I Think I See Her,

Roll Over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky The News.

Looking Hard For A Drive In, Searching For A Corner Cafe, Where The Hamburgers Sizzle On An Open Grill Night And Day.

There Have Been So Many Empires, Kings Are Kinda Going Out Of Style.

Could You Imagine The Way I Felt, I Couldn't Unfasten Her Safety Belt. All The Way Home I Held A Grudge, For The Safety Belt That Wouldn't Budge.

My Music Is Simple Stuff. Anybody Can Sit Down, Look At A Set Of Symbols And Produce Sounds The Music Represents.