Good Manners And Bad Breath Will Get

My Dad Had A Steady Job With A Really Major Dance Band From '54 Till '68, And Then Quit Because He Wanted To Play Different Music. He Wanted To Sing About Peace. He Believed In These Things.

You Swore You Wouldn't Shout. If It's Not Your Punch, Then It's Your Pout.

The Way You Look I Understand How You Were Not Impressed, But I Heard You Let That Little Friend Of Mine Take Off Your Party Dress.

As I Walk Through This Wicked World Searchin' For Light In The Darkness Of Insanity, I Ask Myself Is All Hope Lost? Is There Only Pain And Hatred, And Misery? And Each Time I Feel Like This Inside, There's One Thing I Wanna Know: What's So Funny 'bout Peace, Love, & Understanding?

I Woke Up And One Of Us Was Crying.