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You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

Rock N' Roll Is The Most Disgusting Form Of Expression, It's Brutal, Malefic, A Pestilential Aphrodisiac, The Preferred Music Of The Delinquents Of The Earth.

That's Life (that's Life), That's What All The People Say You're Ridin' High In April, Shot Down In May But I Know I'm Gonna Change That Tune When I'm Back On Top, Back On Top In June

If I Had As Many Love Affairs As I've Been Given Credit For, I'd Be In A Jar At The Harvard Medical School.

I've Always Had A Theory That Whenever Guys And Gals Start Swinging, They Begin To Lose Interest In Conquering The World. They Just Want A Comfortable Pad And Stereo And Wheels, And Their Thoughts Turn To The Good Things Of Life - Not To War. They Loosen Up, They Live And They're More Apt To Let Live.