Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.

I watched the needle take another man.

Took out Skinny Minnie, Long Tall Sally, and Short Fat Fanny, but I'm kinda fonda Wanda.

I need a new unit to sample and hold, but not an angry one, a new design, new design.

I can get away with saying a lot of ideas that are young and naive. I'm liberated.

Mother Goose, she's on the skids. Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.

Holding back is so close to stealing.