Hey, Is That You Elvis?

She Can't See Me Staring At Her Cause I'm Always Wearing Shades.

We're Out Of Control On This Loony Balloon, Barely Missing The Other Planets And Stars.

Put All The Pervs In Jail, Bring Back The Birch And Cat-o-nine Tails.

Newsmen Winding Up The Nation, A Little Bad News Helps Circulation, Pass On The Panic To The Population.

If After Two Weeks You Still Can't Write Your Middle-eight, The Best Course Of Action Is To See A Psychiatrist