I Am A Romantic, But I Do

When I'm Dead Are They Going To Remember Me ? I Don't Really Think About It, It's Up To Them. When I'm Dead, Who Cares ? I Don't.

I Have No Aspirations Of Growing Old And Boring.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

Is Billy Idol Just Doing A Bad Elvis Pout, Or Was He Born That Way?

Rod Stewart, Elton John And I Were Going To Form A Band Called Hair, Nose & Teeth After The Three Of Us. But It Hasn't Happened Because None Of Us Can Agree On The Order Of The Words!