I'm 57, I Can't Look Like A

It's So Easy To Write Songs About Misery And Hard Times And Sadness. It's Much More Difficult To Write Songs About Happy And Chirpy Stuff.

I Saw You Dancing Out The Ocean Running Fast Along The Sand A Spirit Born Of Earth And Water Fire Flying From Your Hands

Blue Jean Baby, La Lady, Seamstress For The Band. Pretty Eyed, Pirate Smile, You'll Marry A Music Man. Ballerina, You Must Have Seen Her Dancing In The Sand.

What A Scandal, If I Die. Yeah, I'm Gonna Kill Myself, Get A Little Headline News.

They [sic] Ain't Gonna Stop Me From Coming Here, Baby.