One More Stage, One More Limo, One

We Gave Up Everything Just To Sit At Your Table.

A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be.

The Postman Wants An Autograph. The Cab Driver Wants A Picture. The Waitress Wants A Handshake. Everyone Wants A Piece Of You.

At The (record Company) Meeting Paul Just Kept Mithering On About What We Were Going To Do, So In The End I Just Said, 'i Think You're Daft. I Want A Divorce.'

Love Is The Answer, And You Know That For Sure; Love Is A Flower, You've Got To Let It Grow.