| Song | '69 |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Abandon |
| Written：Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice | |
| Flying through the night in a beat up wagon | |
| A mike stand up my jacksy | |
| Give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair | |
| And slip into something sexy | |
| Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head | |
| The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O' Nails | |
| I'll see you down the Speak' | |
| Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth | |
| But you couldn't hold it down | |
| And you broke up a damn good fight | |
| Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line | |
| Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine | |
| Sixty nine, sixty nine | |
| Sixty nine, sixty nine | |
| On the road to Paradiso | |
| Back of your head, got to pay some dues | |
| Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed | |
| His life at the Boathouse, Kew | |
| Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor | |
| Hallelujah what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more |
| Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
| Flying through the night in a beat up wagon | |
| A mike stand up my jacksy | |
| Give me a beer and I' ll stand on a chair | |
| And slip into something sexy | |
| Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger' s Head | |
| The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O' Nails | |
| I' ll see you down the Speak' | |
| Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth | |
| But you couldn' t hold it down | |
| And you broke up a damn good fight | |
| Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line | |
| Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine | |
| Sixty nine, sixty nine | |
| Sixty nine, sixty nine | |
| On the road to Paradiso | |
| Back of your head, got to pay some dues | |
| Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed | |
| His life at the Boathouse, Kew | |
| Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor | |
| Hallelujah what' s a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more |