| opening lyrics | kinks(k), the who(w) | song title |
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| Look, he's crawling up my wall, black and hairy, very small | |
| Long ago, life was clean, sex was bad, called obscene, and the rich were so mean | |
| Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night | |
| I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl, that's fine, I know them all pretty well | |
| I am a dull and simple lad, cannot tell water from champagne, and I have never met the queen | |
| Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals, I get my back into my living | |
| I danced with Linda, I danced with Jean, I danced with Cindy, then I suddenly see... | |
| They seek him here, they seek him there, his clothes are loud, but never square | |
| Only love, can make it rain, the way the beach, is kissed by the sea | |
| Woke up this morning, started to sneeze, I had a cigarette, and a cup of tea | |
| You think we look pretty good together, you think my shoes are made of leather | |
| I met her in a club down in old Soho, where you drink champagne, and it tastes just like Coca-Cola | |
| Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star, and everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter who you are | |
| We'll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet, and the morals that they worship will be gone | |
| You keep on accusing me, of making your life misery, but if that's not abusing me, what isn't | |
| You keep on accusing me, of making your life misery, but if that's not abusing me, what isn't | |
| Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star, and everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter who you are | |
| We'll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet, and the morals that they worship will be gone | |
| I met her in a club down in old Soho, where you drink champagne, and it tastes just like Coca-Cola | |
| You think we look pretty good together, you think my shoes are made of leather | |
| Woke up this morning, started to sneeze, I had a cigarette, and a cup of tea | |
| Only love, can make it rain, the way the beach, is kissed by the sea | |
| They seek him here, they seek him there, his clothes are loud, but never square | |
| I danced with Linda, I danced with Jean, I danced with Cindy, then I suddenly see... | |
| Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals, I get my back into my living | |
| I am a dull and simple lad, cannot tell water from champagne, and I have never met the queen | |
| I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl, that's fine, I know them all pretty well | |
| Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night | |
| Long ago, life was clean, sex was bad, called obscene, and the rich were so mean | |
| Look, he's crawling up my wall, black and hairy, very small | |
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