I Really Do Like Listening To Stuff

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

We Couldn't Get Along Without Him. We Needed Johnny As Much As He Needed The Gang. And For The Same Reason.

Okay Greasers,you've Had It.

You Know What The Crummiest Feeling You Can Have Is? To Hate The Person You Love The Best In The World.

Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.