Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.

Instinct Taught Me 20 Years Ago To Pace A Song Or A Concert Performance. That Translates Into Pacing A Story, Pleasing A Reading Audience.

Where's The Church, Who Took The Steeple, Religion's In The Hands Of Some Crazy Ass People, Television Preachers With Bad Hair And Dimples, The God's Honest Truth Is, It's Not That Simple

Be Yourself, Be Pleasant, Play Hard And Have No Regrets.

The Beautiful People In The Magazines, Got The Normal Ones Living Beyond Their Means.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.