Now There's A Grown-up Swinging

Don't Get Even, Get Mad.

I've Been A Puppet, A Pauper, A Pirate, A Poet, A Pawn And A King I've Been Up And Down And Over And Out And I Know One Thing Each Time I Find Myself Flat On My Face I Pick Myself Up And Get Back In The Race

You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

Nothing Anybody's Said Or Written About Me Ever Bothers Me, Except When It Does.

Deplorable, A Rancid Smelling Aphrodisiac . . . It Fosters Almost Totally Negative And Destructive Reactions In Young People.