I've always been impressed with a girl Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well That's the way I am, heaven help me He said, "We don't
Help save the youth of America Help save them from themselves Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys And the Californian girls When the lights go out
I went out drinking with Thomas Paine He said that all revolutions are not the same They are as different as the cultures That give them birth For no
It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who
behind them in hordes And plot to reconquer the Wall With only our tongues for our swords For we are the little folk -- we! Too little to love or to
