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01. Geno
02. The Celtic Soul Brothers
03. Let’s Get This Straight
04. Plan B
05. Let’s Make This Precious
06. There There My Dear
07. Come On Eileen
08. All In All

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,

Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno!
Back in '68 in a sweaty club
Oh, Geno
Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
The lowest head in the crowd that night

You gave me your ace card
I gave you my time
In a day of confusion
I said Id stash it with mine
But now my temperatures rising
My back has grown small
If you keep on calling
I don't think Ill give anymore

Seen quite a bit in my twenty-three years,
I've been manic depressive and I've spat a few tears.
Spat on and shat on
(Tell me when my light's on)
Would you please tell me when my light turns green?

Spat on and shat on
(Tell me when my light's on)

"Tell Me When My Light Turns Green"

Seen quite a bit in my twenty-three years
Ive been manic-depressive
And Ive spat a few tears.
Ive been spat on and shat on
And made to eat soap
Ive been working and shirking

Dear Robin,
Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one question I need to ask you.
If youre so anti-fashion why not wear flares, instead of dressing down all the same.
Its just that looking like that I can express my dissatisfaction.

Dear Robin, let me explain, though youd never see in a million years.
Keep quoting cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G.Ballard, Duchampe, Beauvoir, Kerouac, Kirkegaard, Michael Rennie.
I dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra.