Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names - whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside - whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle. It's a knockout.

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes I mov…

If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers - war without tears.

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark Any chance collision and I light up in the dark There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair Oh,…

A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys…

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!