How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.

Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.

We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.

Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

At one time they've been the most important thing to me. So I can't hear our records on the radio, I can't stand it, because they sound so out of what everyone else is doing.

There is a guy on my block who lives for rock, he plays records day and night, and when he feels down he puts the rock and roll on and it makes him feel alright.