De su primer disco, del 73, compuesta con veinte añitos... La versión en directo es fantástica, aunque no termine. En ella, este comentario que alguien ha dejado me parece escalofriante:
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display Your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you Calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, Take that frown and break it, Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand, Well I turn around to look at you, You light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, But we've never met, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, And it being late, you'd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, And you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split, The chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, You're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, Guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you.