Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

All Lies And Jests, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest.

Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon, Ratted On.

I Like Them All. They're All Pictures Of Me When I Wrote Them. I Have No Favorite Songs.

I Get The News I Need On The Weather Report And I Have Nothing To Do Today But Smile

Time It Was And What A Time It Was, It Was A Time Of Innocence A Time Of Confidences Long Ago It Must Be I Have A Photograph Preserve Your Memories They're All That's Left You