We Are The Folk Song Army, Every

My Last Public Performance For Money Was In 1967. For Free, It Was 1972, With The Exception Of Two Little One-shot, One-song Things. But That's Just For Friends, Out Of Friendship For The People Involved, And Also Because It Was Fun.

Hark, The Herald Tribune Sings, Advertising Wondrous Things!

The Lord's Our Shepherd, Says The Psalm. But Just In Case, We Better Get A Bomb.

Oh We Will All Fry Together When We Fry. We'll Be French Fried Potatoes By And By. There Will Be No More Misery When The World Is Our Rotisserie, Yes, We Will All Fry Together When We Fry.

Base Eight Is Just Like Base Ten Really, If You're Missing Two Fingers.