He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands

I Saw Him Making Love To You, You Forgot To Close The Garage Door.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up, Before He Can See The Sky?

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.