The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.
Don't let a good thing die.
And the coloured girls go "doo do doo ...".
Your time has come to shine.
This house just ain't no home.
There's a tiny dancer on the yellow brick road.
Sweet Jane is never going back again.
It's these expressions I never give.
You should be dancing at Woodstock, you sexy thing.
Where are those happy days? They seem so hard to find.