« Champagne »
by The Who

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me, heal me

They flock in thousands strong
We'll just play along
A million in reserve
For love, a just deserve, just deserve
Francs and dollars and peacock's wings
Sequined gowns and birds that sing
Private planes and fishing lakes
Bigger crowds and bigger, bigger, bigger takes

But what's it all worth?

What's it all worth when my son is blind?
He can't hear the music
Nor enjoy what I'm buying
His life is worthless
Affecting mine
I'd pay any price
To drive his plight from my mind

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me