Everything My Mother Made Had To Cook

I Made It, Ma - Carnegie Hall. And I Didn't Have To Practice.

There's Nobody To Believe In Anymore, Nobody To Trust.

A Summary Of Every Jewish Holiday: They Tried To Kill Us, We Won, Let's Eat!

My Father Was A Dreamer - My Hero. He Was A Smart, Tough Guy From Poland, A Cutter Of Lady's Handbags, An Old Socialist-unionist Who Always Considered Himself A Failure. His Big Line Was: 'don't End Up Like Me.'

I Won't Eat In A Place That Has Suits Of Armor.