The Boy's Got Problems, The

The Late Sixties And Early Seventies Were Kind Of A Breeding Ground For Exciting New Sounds Because Easy Listening And Folk Were Kind Of Taking Over The Airwaves. I Think It Was A Natural Next Step To Take That Blissful, Easygoing Sound And Strangle The Life Out Of It.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

Take A Look At My Face, I Am The Future.

I Can't Go To School, Cause I Don't Have A Gun. I Ain't Got A Gun, Cause I Ain't Got A Job. I Ain't Got A Job, Cause I Can't Go To School.

Pull My Trigger, I Get Bigger, Then I'm Lots Of Fun. I'm Your Gun, I'm Your Gun, Gun, Gun.