I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.

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.

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.

I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.

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

The intellectual controls the spiritual, the animal respects the natural.