Left Wing. Right Wing. Chicken Wing.

You Can't Write A Good Song About A Whorehouse Unless You've Been In One.

Uncle Sam Took Up The Challenge In The Year Of '33 For The Farmer And The Factory And All Of You And Me. He Said, "roll Along Columbia. You Can Ramble To The Sea, But River While You're Ramblin' You Can Do Some Work For Me."

I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Not Any Good. I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Just Born To Lose. Bound To Lose. No Good To Nobody. No Good For Nothing. Because You Are Too Old Or Too Young Or Too Fat Or Too Slim Too Ugly Or Too This Or Too That.

Love Is The Only Medicine I Believe In.

Left Wing. Right Wing. Chicken Wing.