Revolution used to be cool, but now it's out of fashion.

There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

My dad taught me about music. He used to tap dance.

Learn to be positive, it's your only chance.

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!

Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain.