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No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

All Music Is Rehash. There Are Only A Few Notes. Just Variations On A Theme. Try To Tell The Kids In The Seventies Who Were Screaming To The Bee Gees That Their Music Was Just The Beatles Redone. There Is Nothing Wrong With The Bee Gees.

Reporter Lady: What's That Color? John: Hm. I'd Call This A Color!

You Don't Need Anybody To Tell You Who You Are Or What You Are. You Are What You Are!

Peace And Love Are Eternal.