Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming. I was Al Capone. There's a rumour going round, gotta clear outta town. I'm smelling like a dry fish bone.
God bless my soul here he comes now. The man with the most how does he do it?. . Sure he's got style he's so heavy. He's a trip can do anything. Anything anything.
Once I loved a butterfly. Don't wonder how, don't ask me why. But I believed what I'd been told. "All things that glitter can't be gold". . Ooooo ooo yeah.
[Roger]:. The harder we play. The faster we fall. When we think that we know it all. We know nothing at all. . The letter arrives. Like a bolt from the blue.