GREATEST opening line to a song

And in the version recorded live in studio and released on the Swindle it opens with:

Words of wisdom!

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound, he pulls the spitting high tension wires down...
Helpless people on a subway trains scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them...

Backstroke lover always hiding 'neath the cover 'til I talked to my daddy, he say
He said, "You ain't seen nothin' 'til you're down on a muffin then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways"

Yodee, yoda-dodee, yoda-dodee, yoda-dodee, yoda-dodee, yoda-dodee, yoda-doh, bum bum!
(Hocus Pocus, by Focus)

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone,

It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

It was a night like this forty million years ago
I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go
The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired, so I watched Miami Vice!

CMON CMON CMON CMON NOW TOUCH ME BABY!

🎺🎺🤘🤘🤘🤘

Well I took a fifth, and I poured me a shot
And I thought about all the things that I haven't got
And I drank that down, and I poured me some more
Kept drinking and pouring till I felt the floor

Persuaded, paraded, inebriated, and down
Still aware of everything life carries on without
'Cause there's one too many faces with dollar sign smiles
Got to find the shortest path to the bar for a while

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some f_cking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids

-The Pogues

We don't need no education

Where I came from there's a place called heaven

That's the place where all the good children go

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more

All he could think about was
How I'm too young for this
Got my whole life ahead
Hell, I'm just a kid myself
How am I gonna raise one?

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot…

Cover of a 1930's Clarence Ashley classic

Oh, what a classic.

"We called out for another drink. And the waiter brought a tray."

Have to really dig for it..... but.... "Whiter Shade of Pale".

Thx. for that.