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We Were Really Professional By The Time We Got To The States; We Had Learned The Whole Game. When We Arrived Here We Knew How To Handle The Press; The British Press Were The Toughest In The World And We Could Handle Anything. We Were All Right.

There Are Only A Few Notes. Just Variations On A Theme.

Everybody's Talking About Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters, And Canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, And Popeyes, Bye-bye, Bye-byes.

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

All I Want Is The Truth, Just Give Me Some Truth