作曲 : Blind Mr. Jones, Franklin ...
  All I want is a place of my own,
 A small caravan by the sea.
 A friend to cook,
 A few good books,
 And a smoke might just satisfy me.
 
 See that girl with her hips in a song
 And a few sound thoughts in her head,
 We might find we're two of a kind
 And I'll never have to pretend.
 
 That I'm feeling fine.
 
 See that boy with his head in his hands,
 Well his head is sharp and clear.
 A place to score or a walk by the shore,
 And all the sounds you can hear.