A woman that I know just came from Majorca, Spain.
She smiled because I did not understand. (parazzi! Parazzi!) (ole!).
Then she held out a ten pound bag of cocaine.
She said it was the finest in the land.

And I said, no, no, no, no, i don’t sniff it no more.
I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
No, thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze.
And then it makes it hard to find the door.

No No Song
Ringo Starr (1974), Goodnight Vienna

Don’t take her for granted.
She had a hard time.
Don’t misunderstand her.
Or play with her mind.
Treat her so gently.
It will pay you in time.
You’ve gotta know.
She’s the sensitive kind.

Sensitive Kind
J.J. Cale (1979), 5

So I’m pickin’ ‘em up and I’m laying ‘em down.
I believe he’s gonna work me into the ground.
I pull to the left, I heave to the right.
I want to kill him but it wouldn’t be right.

Working For The Man
Roy Orbison (1962), In Dreams: The Greatest Hits

Once upon a time there was a tavern.
Where we used to raise a glass or two.
Remember how we laughed away the hours.
And dreamed of all the great things we could do.

Those were the days my friend.
We thought they’d never end.
We’d sing and dance forever and a day.
We’d live the life we choose.
We’d fight and never lose.
For we were young and sure to have our way.

Those Were the Days
Mary Hopkin (1968)