I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know.

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

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.