There Have Been So Many Empires, Kings

Roll Over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky The News.

Praise Doesn't Mean Anything To Me. I Don't Judge Myself.

They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden Cup. The Folks Were Dancin' There Got All Shook Up.

All I Want For Christmas Is A Rock N Roll Electric Guitar.

Curiosity Provoked Me To Lay A Lot Of Our Country Stuff On Our Predominantly Black Audience And Some Of Our Black Audience Began Whispering "who Is That Black Hillbilly At The Cosmo?"