| Description | Title | Artist |
| Nobody wants him. He just stares at the world. | |
| He's been down too long in the midnight sea. | |
| He's got stars in his eyes. | |
| Don't touch him, he's a real live wire. | |
| She puts a smile on your face ten miles wide. | |
| I met her in a club down in old Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola. | |
| What's he like? It's not important. | |
| He just a man who needed someone and somewhere to hide to keep him alive. | |
| He don't see no lights a flashin'. He plays by sense of smell. | |
| She can dance. She can jive. She's having the time of her life. | |
| He's the one that makes ya feel alright. He's gonna be your Frankenstein. | |
| She doesn't have to put on the red light. | |
| She's a Cajun lady that lived way down around Vicksburg, down Louisiana way. | |
| He's just mad about Saffron. She's just mad about him. | |
| He's a modern day warrior with a mean mean stride. | |
| He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day when the New York Times said God is dead. | |
| He's made his life out of reading people's faces and knowing what the cards were, by the way they held their eyes. | |
| She knows that shes the only one to say O.K. | |
| You'll find him anywhere, on a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store. | |
| Don't turn around, he's in town. | |