Okay, one for the road -- Ventura Highway, that would be. Thanks cat.
As Dave BArry says, You're in a desert. You got nothing else to do. Name the stupid horse!
And speaking of "ain't no one for to give you no pain", here's a snippet from ex-member Dan Peek's website regarding the Catster in his "pre-Islam, peacenik hippie" days:
Cat Stevens laughed. He laughed real hard. I remember him laughing twice. The first time was the night he invited us all to dinner in Vienna. We were at a posh fish restaurant and the waiter brought out a 10 pound steelhead. Cat or Steve as he is called in "real life" leaned over and sucked the eyeball out of the plated whole fish. He then turned and spat it neatly in Jeff Dexter's face. See Cat, see Cat laugh.
The next time was at the end of the 30 date tour. We were checking into our last hotel, a very nice place with a grand gift shop in the lobby. "Cat" went straight in and plunked down $1,500 for a spanking new Nikon camera and spent the next 20 minutes taking pictures of Dewey, Gerry and me, some with him in them, using the timer. We were so flattered at this new kinder, gentler Cat Stevens. As his tour manager came up and handed him his room key after having checked us all in, "Cat" turned to us and smiled broadly, opening the camera and showing us there had been no film for his little photo shoot. Then he laughed real hard.
http://www.danpeek.com/bio/ep_18.htm