I Always Seem To Be Singing Against

Why Pamper Life's Complexities When The Leather Runs Smooth On The Passenger Seat?

There's So Much Destruction All Over The World - And All You Can Do Is Complain About Me!

The Heart Has A Heart Of Its Own.

It May All End Tomorrow, Or It Could Go On Forever (in Which Case I'm Doomed).

Bring Me The Head Of Elton John . . . Which Is One Instance In Which Meat Would Not Be Murder, If It Were Served On A Plate.