Home Made Mini – words and music Cas Greenfield Sweet sixteen, a Singer machine A length of poplin in aquamarine A reel of cotton and a two inch seam Let me help you with that zipper, if you know what I mean… I’m all fired up, I’m lean, I’m skinny Let me take you back and run you up a home-made mini. In my Lurex jacket and my Prince of Wales Let me button up my breeches and dust off me tails Peter Pan collar, Op-Art nails You had a handle on my candle that couldn’t fail I’m all fired up, I’m lean and skinny Let me take you back and run you up a home-made mini Every other guy wants to take you out tonight But I’m a tough little bugger And I’ll give every one of them a damn good fight Alright? Sweet sixteen, a Singer machine A length of poplin in aquamarine A reel of cotton and a two inch seam Let me help you with that zipper, if you know what I mean… I’m all fired up, I’m lean, I’m skinny Let me take you back and run you up a home-made mini.

Not Dead Yet – words and music Cas Greenfield I don’t drink, I don’t swear I’m just growing old disgracefully and I don’t care I’ve got style, I’ve got poise I’m deaf in one ear so I make a lotta noise It’s alright, it’s okay I’m at the centre of the universe and I’m here to stay I feel strong, call it fate And let me divvy my philosophy ‘It’s never too late’ chorus: The bloods still pumping The heart’s still thumping Let me tell you something I’m not dead yet You can’s stop me Cos I’m not dead yet The book is writ But it’s not read yet You can’t stop me Cos the pulse is racing I don’t fear the reaper cos it’s him that I’m a chasing I don’t kill, I don’t bitch The sap’s still rising, It’s the sixty year itch Give me love Give me peace But when the pressure starts to boil Give me sweet release You cant bring me down, cause there’s a fire in my soul My volcano heart is burning With the beat of my life and the pulse is racing I don’t fear the reaper cos it’s him that I’m chasing