Folks Always Look Good In Their Coffins.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

I Look At You And Wham, I'm Head Over Heals. I Guess That Love Is Like A Banana Peel.

Everything Is So Dreamy When You Are Young. After You Grow Up It Kind Of Becomes -- Just Real.

In Public, I Like Real Conservative Clothes, Something That's Not Too Flashy. But Onstage, I Like 'em As Flashy As You Can Get 'em.

I Don't Do Any Vulgar Movements.