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On Christmas Day You Can't Get Sore, Your Fellow Man You Must Adore. There's Time To Cheat Him All The More The Other Three Hundred And Sixty-four

Once You've Heard The Joke, It's Not Funny Anymore, But It's The Way It's Told. And I Think That's The Same With The Music: The Reason Some Of My Songs Have Lasted Longer Is There's A Lot Of Stuff Packed In There. You Want To Hear Them More Than Once.

If, After Hearing My Songs, Just One Human Being Is Inspired To Say Something Nasty To A Friend, Or Perhaps To Strike A Loved One, It Will All Have Been Worth The While.

You Can Raise Welts Like Nobody Else, As We Dance To The Masochism Tango.

For There Is Surely Nothing More Beautiful In This World Than The Sight Of A Lone Man Facing Single-handedly A Half A Ton Of Angry Pot Roast!