There Was A Gas Strike, Oil Strike,

I Think When You Write Songs, You Write About People... People Are The Source Of My Material. And London Is A Wonderful Place To Be For People. So, The Next Time You're Sitting In A Park Somewhere, And You See Someone Like Me Looking At You, Don't Phone The Police. I'm Just Writing

Taken Everything I've Got, All I've Got's This Sunny Afternoon.

If You Weren't Naggin', Honey, You'd Be So Sweet.

They Filled Us Full Of False Illusions And Promiscuity, And They Led Us Down That Class-less Road Of Mediocrity.

When He Feels The World Is Closing In, He Turns His Stereo Way Up High. He Just Spends His Life, Living In A Rock And Roll Fantasy.