Paranoia, The Destroyer.

Hey, Is That You Elvis? I Wanna Speak To The Colonel. Jump To It, You Mother.

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

She Would Be Ready, But She Would Always Make Him Wait.

Money's The Solution, Curing All The Ails Of The Nation. But What About The Hearts Of Man?

He Thinks He Is A Flower To Be Looked At And When He Pulls His Frilly Nylon Pants Right Up Tight He Feels A Dedicated Follower Of Fashion. When A Waiter At Buckingham Palace Spilled Soup On Her Dress: Never Darken My Dior Again!