I've Gotta Climb This Mountain, Yeah, I'll Deal With You Later

If You Burst Into Laugh Then I Will Ch-ch-ch-choke You With My Cough

I Am Better Of Dead, I'm Rolling High And I'll Be Gone For Tomorrow



So Copying Styles If You're A “one Of A Kind”

Oh Yeah! Alright!



Tough Looking Star, Painted In Black, Smoothed In White Cream

Sing Lazy Songs, Lyrics Haven't Been The Same Without It

And When The Lunatics Are Coming In The Late Afternoon, I Will Comfort Me



With Saying That I'm Just A “one Of A Kind”

Oh Yeah! Alright!



And When The Lunatics Are Coming In The Late Afternoon,

You May Comfort Me By Saying That You're All By A Tune, And You Will Say:

I Wander What's So Wrong About It, I Wander What's Happy About It,

I Want It Now And You Will Never Be Alive!!



I Want It Now, But You Were Never My Kind,

So Cry At Night When The Band Pullet Out