Black Is The Color And None Is

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.

You'll Find Out When You Reach The Top, You're On The Bottom.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

I Like America, Just As Everybody Else Does. I Love America, I Gotta Say That. But America Will Be Judged.