You're Always Wearin' Somethin'
Upon Your Lapel
So What If That Ain't Cool These Days
You Wear It Well
The Day That You Left L.A.
I Felt So Alone
Standing In The Airport
Longing To Go Home

You-ooh-who
You
You Never Sing The Blues
You
You Always Bring Good News

I Wanna Be Your Lover
And I Wanna Be Your Friend
It Seems That That For The Price Of One
You Get The Both Of Them
I Don't Know How You Do It
I Sometimes Wanna Pick Your Brain
You Know That You're Half Crazy
But You Say That You're Half Sane

You-ooh-who
You
You Never Sing The Blues
You
You Always Bring Good News