In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

Now All The Criminals In Their Suits And Ties Are Free To Drink Martinis And Watch The Sunrise

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.