I used to live in New York City Everything there was dark and dirty Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said "12:30" Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the mornings I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I can’t keep myself from talking Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba... Young girls are coming to the...Learn More

The following song is dedicated to the city and the people of San Francisco, who may not know it, but they are beautiful, and so is their city. This is a very personal song, so if you cannot understand it, particularly my friends in Budapest, save up all your bread and fly Trans-Love airways to San Francisco, USA. Then, maybe you'll understand the...Learn More

I read the news today—oh, boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords I saw...Learn More