Well, The Lone Ranger And Silver
They're Ridin' Down The Shore
Fixin' Ev'rybody's Troubles
Ev'rybody's 'Cept Mine
Somebody Musta Tol' 'Em
That I Was Doin' Fine

Oh You Five And Ten Year Olds
With Nothin' In Your Heads
I Got A Real Girl I'm Lovin'
And Lord I'll Love Her Today We're Dead
Go Away From My Face And My Car Too
Right Now

Lord, I Ain't Goin' Down To No Playground
See No See Saw Fly
I Don't Have No Slide Or Swing
I Don't Even Care To Own One
I Can Talk Anytime Around The Clock

Well, The Sun Keeps A-Burning
Up And Down The Street
With My Hat On The Head
And My Boots On The Feet
Watch Out So You Don't Step On It

Well, Lookit Here Honey
You Want To Go Out With Me
Pull Out Your Last-Minute Plans
And On Every Date We Go
Tell The Guard I Said It Was Alright
YES!