Celluloid Heroes Never Feel Any Pain.

We're Out Of Control On This Loony Balloon, Barely Missing The Other Planets And Stars.

Our Repertoire Consisted Of Rhythm And Blues, Sort Of Country Rhythm And Blues, Sonny Terry Things.

I Might Even End Up A Rock And Roll God, It Might Turn Into A Steady Job.

End Up Blowing All Of His Wages For The Week, All For A Cuddle And A Peck On The Cheek.

I'm Susceptible To That Sort Of Thing - To Walls And Flowers. You Can Probably Get Something More From A Wall Than A Person Sometimes. It's Just Put Somewhere.