| Lyric | Complete | Artist |
| I shouted out, 'who killed the Kennedys?' when after all it was... | |
| Hey! Teacher!... | |
| Oh yeah, life goes on... | |
| Last name ever, first name greatest... | |
| 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now... | |
| It's close to midnight... | |
| And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her, I'm a bad boy... | |
| Early morning, April 4th... | |
| The Magic Rat rolls his sleek machine... | |
| I get up... | |
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| In the city its a pity 'cause we just can't hide... | |
| Let's paint the town... | |
| Seasons don't fear the reaper... | |
| I like smoke and lightning... | |
| Exit light, enter night, take my hand... | |
| On the radio, sterio, the way you move... | |
| Shake it like... | |
| I met her in a club down in old Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes... | |
| I thought love was only true in fairy tales... | |
| The lady's stacked, and that's a fact... | |
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