You look like a human being, but you don't have a mind of your own.

Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls.

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're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.

It doesn't matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

The big corporations and the big companies turned musicians into factory workers on an assembly line.