Cover that girl with chocolate syrup, bring her on again...

Going' on up to Montana, gonna raise me some dental floss...

Shine on, sillllver sun, shine on evvvvvery one...

I was high on Stormy Down, thinkin' of my friends below...

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, took him for all he was worth...

September '77, Port Elizabeth, weather fine... Oh Biko...

Climin' up on Salisbury Hill, I can see the city lights...

I'm takin' a trip up to Abergavenny...

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone...

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste...

Listen people to a story that was written long ago... (anyone remember Billy Jack?)

Boy is this a fun waste of work-time (which is why I stopped coming to the Mudcat - I can't quit, and every time it takes more and more to keep me satisfied. This place should have a Surgeon General's warning label...)