| Lyric | Song | Band/Artist |
| King of 42nd street | |
| How you were diverted | |
| Your legend ever did | |
| Short on your dough | |
| Neil Young will remember | |
| True in fairy tales | |
| Another little hungry mouth | |
| Easy, ready, willing, overtime | |
| Your love life's D.O.A. | |
| You oughtta be truthin' | |
| We're heading for Venus | |
| People say believe half | |
| At Napoleon in rags | |
| She's giving me excitations | |
| Was once New Amsterdam | |
| | Lyric | Song | Band/Artist |
| Big on social graces | |
| Sail on, silver girl | |
| Blue jean baby queen | |
| John Brown always hated | |
| Last chance power drive | |
| Waited on the thunder | |
| Your source of self-destruction | |
| The politics of contraband | |
| Knows changes aren't permanent | |
| Is Captain America calling | |
| With a childhood tragedy | |
| Guilty feet have got | |
| Start your slaving job | |
| Don't bother chasing mice | |
| Been first and last | |
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