I Think Of New York City Lost

O How Terrible It Must Be For A Young Man-- Seated Before A Family And The Family Thinking We Never Saw Him Before! He Wants Our Mary Lou! After Tea And Homemade Cookies They Ask What Do You Do For A Living

The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie Before Beethoven, A Truth Before Hitler.

I Moved Up Over Lower East Side And I Was Adopted By Eight Foster Parents; I Lived All Over New York City With These Parents, Man, Till I Was About Ten Years Old.

A Fat Reichian Wife Screeching Over Potatoes Get A Job! And Five Nose Running Brats In Love With Batman

It's Just That I See Love As Odd As Wearing Shoes-- I Never Wanted To Marry A Girl Who Was Like My Mother And Ingrid Bergman Was Always Impossible