| Lyric | Song | Starting letter |
| I'll pretend that I'm kissing / The lips I am missing / And hope that my dreams will come true | |
| All your life / You were only waiting for this moment to arise | |
| The queen was in the parlour / Playing piano for the children of the king | |
| I wanna be famous, a star of the screen / But you can do something in between | |
| Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear | |
| I'm taking the time for a number of things / That weren't important yesterday / And I still go | |
| Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman / But she was another man | |
| Childlike, no one understands / Jackknife, in your sweaty hands | |
| See how they fly like Lucy in the sky / See how they run, I'm crying | |
| Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering / In the sun | |
| | Lyric | Song | Starting letter |
| There's people standing 'round / Who screw you in the ground / They'll fill your head with all the things you see | |
| His sister Pam works in a shop / She never stops, she's a go-getter | |
| I tried to telephone / They said you were not home / That's a lie | |
| I got my bag, run to the station / Railman says: you've got the the wrong location | |
| In their eyes there's something lacking / What they need's a damn good whacking | |
| Now she and her man, who called himself Dan / Were in the next room at the hoedown | |
| She breaks down and cries to her husband / Daddy our baby's gone | |
| You and me burning matches / Lifting latches / On our way back home | |
| I feel as though / You ought to know / That I've been good / As good as I can be | |
| Soon we'll be away from here / Step on the gas and wipe that tear away | |
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