(Miss) Silver Dime
Alice was a drunken Mona Lisa Arching up some American wall She


23A, Swan Hill
Wrote this poem called "the floods roll on" he said this ain't


3,000 Miles From Here
Fare thee well, gentle maid, I'll see you on your way; And


All American Alien Boy
I packed my bags - in the land of rags 'Cos I

All Of The Good Ones Are Taken
(ian hunter) Girl-things ain't been goin' too good for me Girl-i'm


American Music
I have a dream-its only one dream But I know dreams can


American Spy
Neon lights in the pouring rain - it's just another Saturday Avoid


Another Fine Mess
Well you rang me up you say you wanna get high Now