You Bet I'm Shy. I'm A Shyster

One Morning I Shot An Elephant In My Pajamas. How He Got Into My Pajamas I'll Never Know.

I Know A Member Of One Of New York's First Families (first As You Drive Up Tenth Avenue)

My Plans Are Still In Embryo, A Town On The Edge Of Wishful Thinking.

I Don't Want To Join The Kind Of A Club That Accepts People Like Me As Members.

I Came Here For A Party And What Do I Get? Nothing. Not Even Ice Cream.