I woke up in a barnyard when I heard a farmer shout. Get away, boy, from my daughter, then a shot gun rang out.
You're every love song ever written.
Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand.
There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.
My father, being a Scotsman, taught me to look after finances. I'm shrewd. Some people may call me tight.
I said hello unnoticed, you said good-bye too soon.