fighting in the street with our children at our feet

don't you know you were a shooting star

a night in tunisia

hurdy gurdy man

thinking you're on easy street

boy the way glenn miller played...

left behind in the great society

                       

glory days, yeah they'll pass you by

barefoot girl dancing in the moonlight

sidewalk scenes and black limosines

and it's one, two, three what are we fighting for....

take me out to the ball game

i went back to the typer to get another shrink

don't give me no hand me down world

breaking my rusty cage

i'm looking through you...

do you, mr jones?

pickling peaches again

four thousand holes in blackburn lancashire

there goes the neighborhood

spirits in a material world

let's drink to the salt of the earth

friend only to the undertaker

here's to you mrs. robinson

don't wanna go to the grave without a sound

i met a girl who sang the blues...

boogie all night long

riding the storm out

here for today, gone tomorrow

i went down to the crossroads