And how could one forget the words of the immortal Itchycoo Park

Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under dreamin' skies
To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

What did you do there?
I got high
What did you feel there?
Well I cried
But why the tears then?
I'll tell you why
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

By Ronnie Lane and Steve Marriott (Small Faces)

Or The Beatles' Day in a Life

Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
Made the bus in seconds flat,
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

I heard a news today, oh boy,
Four thousand holes in Blackburn Lancashire,
And though the holes were rather small,
We had to count them all,
Now we know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall,
I'd love to turn you on.

Or we could drag up the Puff the Magic Dragon controversy again.