I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

If You Try To Be Anyone But Yourself, You Will Fail; If You Are Not True To Your Own Heart, You Will Fail. Then Again, There's No Success Like Failure

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.