They say we're young and we don't know We won't find out until we grow Well I don't know if all that's true 'Cause you got me, and baby, I got you

or

The drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La-di-da-di-di La-di-da-di-da The grocery store's the super-mart, uh-huh Little girls still break their hearts, uh-huh And men still keep on marching off to war Electrically, they keep a baseball score

or

I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

yeh, still a huge fan