Oh, how do I feel about my shoes?

Summer days driftin' away

Hey babe, you're gonna know no barbershop

Later, sitting in the sun, their backs to a rock, they ate their lunch

At night there is no such thing as an ugly woman

I'd like to stay and taste my first Champagne

So what if I love each feather and each spangle?

A splendid time is guaranteed for all

It's not wise to upset a Wookie

Here comes the chopper to chop off your head