Answer:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
What has a neck but no head?
I’m where yesterday follows today. And tomorrow’s in the middle. What am I?
I am a rock group with four members all of whom died in plane crashes. Who am I?
I flow from the Homer’s mouth when he sees doughnuts.