Lyrics located at: https://wp.me/P18N27-2m1 Dressed to the fine nines. Head-turnin’ cat-walk style. Tongue-tied wise guys: drawn like a moth to fire. Nightingale starshine. Can’t believe she’s mine. Lookin’ divine: Anastasia. Ana! Anastasia I don’t know what to say: words won’t be enough. Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. From Russia with love. Sippin’ dry wine, lay on my sweet rhymes. Drink to me with thine eyes: black-Russian ambrosia. Empire waistline. Holdin’ her head high. Come read my dirty mind: Anastasia. Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. I’ll never give you up! Ana! Anastasia you take my breath away. From Russia with love. Broke the ice, I won’t bite, Siberian tigers don’t change their stripes. Don’t think twice, hold me tight: Anastasia. Blushin’ bride, by my side, green-blue eyes, dressed in white. Love at first sight: Mr. Right ‘n’ Anastasia. Anastasia! (Anastasia crooning in Russian) I can’t get you out of my mind, dream about you every night. I see you everywhere I go, hear your voice in my head. Forever yours, Anastasia. SOLO Ana! Anastasia you cannot fail to please. (I’)m not good enough! Ana! Anastasia enigma wrapped up in intrigue ‘n’ this could be love! Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. I’ll never give you up! Ana! Anastasia kissin’ my life away! From Russia with love. ©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Lyrics loctaed at: https://wp.me/P18N27-Ju Lonesome saloon, it’s high noon for some straight-shootin’ guys. She’s got a price on her head an’ every man knows why. [Yeehaa] Wham-bang! Thank you ma’am! Blink-of-a-glintin’ eye she’s ridin’ bare-back: hips grindin’ cowgirl style. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s one helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, both fannin’ the fire. I’m the last man standing she’s every man’s desire. Nothin’ lasts forever, but you can bet your life: that I’m the last man standing. Want her head or I’ll die. Cross ‘er palm with silver tongue, she’ll melt y’heart for a dime. Head over heels in debt I’m lookin’ for a free ride. All ma blood, sweat ‘n’ tears, already paid a high price, can’t live on "bread alone" so put the champagne on ice. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s a helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, both know it’s show time! I’m the last man standing she’ll be mine all night. Nothin’ lasts forever, nothin’s ever sure-fire, ‘cept I’m the last man standing. Well I’d just ridden in from outta town ‘n’ she was lookin’ for a place to get her head down. ‘cos there were shots all round in the Last Chance Saloon ‘n’ she flashed me a smile so I asked for a room. I’d gotta fistful of dollars. I’d gotta wicked whip hand. For a few dollars more she said she’d take it like a man. Y’understand? Aow SOLO I ain’t firin’ blanks! I call the shots, G marks her spot, helpless her hands are tied. A white pearl necklace smile ‘n’ dollars in her eyes. Cock suckin’ whore, she wants more, but that ain’t no surprise. We’re gonna: eat, drink and ball – maybe tomorrow we’ll die. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s one helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, shootin’ stars in the sky! I’m the last man standing it’s like the fourth of July! Nothin’ lasts forever, although God knows I try, I am the last man standing. So lady: Ride for your life! Hahahaha. ©18.12.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman

Lyrics found at: https://wp.me/P18N27-2sC “Inter-restin’ times!”, the future’s on the line. Wrong side of the tracks? Gimme: “Just the facts (ma’am)”. Driver Bob can’t wait, tappin’ his footplate. Whistle blow any minute, hurry or you’ll miss it! All aboard the Crazy Train! Mind the gap ‘n’ give a farewell wave. All aboard the Crazy Train. They say I’m mad but I ain’t insane! (I aint) Ridin’ the: Crazy Train! All aboard before the signals change. Punch yer ticket once we’re underway. (wooHoo) (You’re) on the Crazy Train! Train of thought ‘n’ dreams, hid-by-a dark smoke screen. Choo-choo-choose our side; prejudice an’ pride. Needle slave or jail, they say we’re off the rails! Gotta golden ticket, (hmmm), but better to have missed it. All aboard the Crazy Train! Alight an’ change for a one-way trip! All aboard the Crazy Train. Switch the points an’ watch the old girl RIP. Ridin’ the: Crazy Train! Clickety-clack down the railroad track, runaway train there’s no goin’ back! (wooHoo) (yeah) it’s the Crazy Train! Ridin’ a Loco express! SOLO (wooHoo) All aboard the Crazy Train! All aboard the Crazy Train. Ridin’ the: Crazy Train! Clickety-clack down the railroad track, changed your mind but there’s no way back! (wooHoo) (oh no!) back from the Crazy Train. 46254* (wooHoo) ©19.10.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman *NTS: This is now a song about the ones who got “mRNA vaxxed”. Once injected there’s no getting “off the Crazy Train”. *46254 “City of Stoke-on-Trent”