"Crocodile Rock ajuda I remember when rock was young Me and Suzie had so much fun holding hands and skimming stones Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own But the biggest kick I ever got was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking when your feet just can't keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights when Suzie wore her dresses tight and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight But the years went by and the rock just died Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy Long nights crying by the record machine dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans But they'll never kill the thrills we've got burning up to the Crocodile Rock Learning fast as the weeks went past we really thought the Crocodile Rock would last"

"I Believe in Love I believe in love, it's all we got Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and papers Everything crumbles sooner or later But love, I believe in love I believe in love, it's all we got Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross Love is simple, hate breeds Those who think difference is the child of disease Father and son make love and guns Families together kill someone Without love, I believe in love Without love I wouldn't believe In anything that lives and breathes Without love I'd have no anger I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here Without love I wouldn't believe I couldn't believe in you And I wouldn't believe in me Without love I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love"

"GoodBye Yellow Road When are you going to come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm, I should have listened to my old man. You know you can't hold me forever, I didn't sign up with you. I'm not a present for your friends to open, This boy's too young to be singing the blues. So goodbye yellow brick road, Where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, Hunting the horny back toad. Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then? I bet that'll shoot down your plane. It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement, There's plenty like me to be found. Mongrels, who ain't got a penny, Sniffing for tid-bits like you on the ground"