46 And On (Ray Dorset)
Back in '46 the year I was born they learned a lot of things it was the end of the war
sweets were on ration, there wasn't much fashion but everybody had fun, there was so much to be done
peace in the air, new coats on the chair you could turn out a light, and go out at night
The radio brought new sounds to the air the comics we bought, were full of good gear
super man, spiderman, marvelman, desperate dan superboy, wonderboy, fab four, Rob Roy
When I was real small, before I went to school we'd play on the fields, or go to the pool
we might build a camp and hide from our dads or go to the park and stay out 'till dark
play doctors and nurse and chase all the girls they'd tell their mums and we would be cursed
We'd chew lots of gum, knock doors and run play do or dare, and get real scared
the big boys would laugh they thought they were hard we'd kiss our first chick and show them our stick
those times are gone but it's still goin' on I remember those days and it still turns me on
I first heard rock an' roll when I was ten it was Bill Haley's voice, I was layin' in bed
rock around the clock was a big hit but I didn't catch on 'till I heard Elvis sing
hound dog was the song and it didn't take long to get a guitar and start boppin' along
Well, I got up a group and wrote some tunes hit the charts in early june
Mighty man, In the summertime I've lived hard, I've lived fine
seen the world, sailed the flown seen the best, seen the worst.  
9 Till 5 (Ray Dorset )
There was a time not so long ago when I was cold and hungry
Had nowhere to rest my weary head at night
And the rain fell round my feet in the gutter
And the wind was blowin' as it was cold outside
But here I am right now I've got a ten dollar drink in my hand
And the television's on I'm smokin' grass an' cigarettes
I've got a Havana cigar on the shelf an' my woman's
Keeping the bed warm at night
But I wanna tell you something, I didn't wanna get married
I didn't wanna settle down I wanted to travel on the railroad
Like Bob Dylan, Woody Gutherie
Everybody always says the same old things
But they've only got themselves to blame
Put a little bit of excitement into your life
And think about changing your ways
If he sross town traffic really gets you down
An the re-runs on the old T.V.
An' the only excitement that you ever get
Is when you open The Sun page three
That's nine till five, etc how can you survive
Going out to dinner in your evening clothes
In a chauffeur driven limousine
You got the prettiest girl hanging on your arm
An she's the boss' secretary