You Believe What You Want To Believe

I Wouldn't Want To Get Stuck Being An Oldie-goldie Group, But I Don't Mind. I Think All The Trouble You Go Through These Days To Go To One Of These Concerts, I Think I Owe Them A Bit Of What They Came To Hear.

You Get Into Your Late Fifties, People Start Falling Like Flies All Around You. I Don't Take Life For Granted Any More. I'm Really Glad To Be Here.

Somewhere, Somehow, Somebody Must Have Kicked You Around Some. Tell Me, Why You Want To Lay There, Revel In Your Abandon?

Some Grow Young, Some Grow Cold...

How About A Cheer For All Those Bad Girls! And All Those Boys That Play That Rock 'n' Roll! They Love It Like You Love Jesus.