People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat

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!

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

It's Always Disappointing When People Decide For One Reason Or Another That They Don't Like Your Work Anymore, But You Can't Try To Please People, Because Then You're Just Going To Be Doing - You'll Never Live It Down, Y'know It'll Always Be Dogging You Around - You Might Be Being A Fake About The Whole Thing.

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?