The return of the Freedom Seven A shepherd following his dog to the ends of the Earth Second by twenty-three days, Alan; no-one knew your name You didn't get your sixteen minutes of fame
Just a second, second shot Second, second shot
All that glitters isn't gold, but who cares, anyway? Playing handball with my conscience America, come back to me
For a second, second shot Second, second shot
The Great Escape, tunnelling through the air One man and his dog, playing all the time One small ball for a man One giant game for mankind