You can see it,
The groupies, the girls, the finest guacamole
All there for the taking
All made by 4 friends who are really phony's

12 tracks fine tuned to almost perfection
Grown men sobbing, at what they are hearing
Only their God could write a better selection

That speeding intro, the slow down, the pick me up with an ending so delicious you could eat it for breakfast,
The London Symphony Orchestra lending their hand, slow down tiger, those searing strings are gonna get you

For this has always been the dream inside this head of mine
Holding back, maybe tomorrow, another day will be the right time

But a dream is a dream and sometimes they'll never come true
I can't even play an instrument, sat here dreaming on the loo
For all this to me is a page that needs writing,
Not by me, but by someone new

The Greatest Album (Never Recorded)

JJB