Jogging In The Park Is My Excuse

When He Puts On That Dress, He Feels Like A Princess.

There Was A Gas Strike, Oil Strike, Lorry Strike, Bread Strike, Got To Be A Superman To Survive.

Paranoia, The Destroyer.

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

Terrorist Bombers On The Left, Fascist Plots On The Right.