I Don't Have A Computer.

So Excuse Me Forgetting, But These Things I Do You See I've Forgotten, If They're Green Or They're Blue Anyway, The Thing Is, What I Really Mean Yours Are The Sweetest Eyes, I've Ever Seen.

I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues, Time On My Hands Could Be Time Spent With You.

I'm A Juvenile Product Of The Working Class, Who's Best Friend Floats In The Bottom Of A Glass.

The Only Thing The Record Companies Put Out Now Is 'best Of,'

I Had Progressed On Stage As A Performer, But I Hadn't Progressed As A Human Being.