My numbers were through the roof, and I was beating records held by some of the most successful cyclists.

They sat down to talk business.

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid / Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak / Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne / Got to get up for the coming attack.

Anyway up against Reba McEntire, '60s-rock-bred big city escapee K.T. Oslin comes off both more ribald (Younger Men) and prouder of the bras and bridges she used to burn ('8s Ladies) in her best country hits.