Well, get back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off of my stack
It's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
I think I need a Lear jet
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC] Smile! Now!
Some people are like Slinkys.
Useless, but still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
We are the music makers,and we are the dreamers of the dreams.
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.