Bobby on love: "I told you to be my bride/Still you're near my every side/We'll just love each other till all the signs of love are gone."
Bobby on time: "We all die from Time/No matter who you are, you answer to Time/Chucka-chicka-chucka-chicka, chucka-chicka-chucka-chicka." That's Bobby imitating a clock! Even David Bowie never thought of doing that. When Bobby later groans, "I bet in a year we all run out of time," he could've been speaking about his colleagues in 16. In a year he'd have David Cassidy and the Osmonds breathing down his neck, and they'd have the Fonz and the Bay City Rollers to worry about soon after that. Chucka-chicka-chucka-chicka, indeed!