| I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth. |
The Who, |
Substitute |
| A man is a man when he can offer his hand. |
The Who, |
A Man Is A Man |
| If you want her, you can keep her, cause I can only handle one at a time. |
The Who, |
One At A Time |
| You welcome me with open arms and legs. |
The Who, |
You Better You Bet |
| I know you're young and dumb. |
The Who, |
It's Your Turn |
| No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes. |
The Who, |
Behind Blue Eyes |
| Only love can bring the rain that makes you yearn to the sky. Only love can bring the rain that falls like tears from on high. |
The Who, |
Love Reign O'er Me |
| Girls of fifteen sexually knowing, the ushers are sniffing. |
The Who, |
5:15 |
| Good water, we need water, and maybe somebody's daughter. |
The Who, |
Water |
| I don't care about pollution, I'm an air conditioned gypsy. |
The Who, |
Goin' Mobile |
| I'm a soldier at thirteen. |
The Who, |
Slip Kid |
| It's only teenage wasteland. |
The Who, |
Baba O'Riley |
| Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. |
The Who, |
Won't Get Fooled Again |
| Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountain, I get excitement at my feet. |
The Who, |
Go To The Mirror Boy |
| Mama's got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night. |
The Who, |
Squeeze Box |
| Why don't you just fff...fade away. |
The Who, |
My Generation |
| I won't get what I'm after 'til the day I die. |
The Who, |
The Seeker |
| I've got the hots for sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine. |
The Who, |
Dreaming From The Waist |
| Got a bet there? I'll meet it. Getting high? You can't beat it. |
The Who, |
Dr. Jimmy |
| However much I booze, there ain't no way out. |
The Who, |
However Much I Booze |
| I'm the gypsy, the Acid Queen, I'll tear your soul apart. |
The Who, |
The Acid Queen |
| Substitute me for him, substitute my coke for gin. |
The Who, |
Substitute |
| Uppers and downers, either way, blood flows. |
The Who, |
5:15 |
| I asked Bobby Dylan, I asked the Beatles, I asked Timothy Leary, but he couldn't help me either. |
The Who, |
The Seeker |
| You still want me, well that just may be, but you gotta stand trial because all the while, I can see for miles and miles. |
The Who, |
I Can See For Miles |