It Ain't Whatcha Write, It's The Way

Somebody Had Tipped The American Continent Like A Pinball Machine And All The Goofballs Had Come Rolling To La In The Southwest Corner. I Cried For All Of Us. There Was No End To The American Sadness And The American Madness. Someday We'll All Start Laughing And Roll On The Ground When We Realize How Funny It's Been.

They Have Worries, They're Counting The Miles, They're Thinking About Where To Sleep Tonight, How Much Money For Gas, The Weather, How They'll Get There - And All The Time They'll Get There Anyway, You See.

Absolutely No Way To Escape Enigmans.

So Long And Take It Easy, Because If You Start Taking Things Seriously, It Is The End Of You.

Everything I Wrote Was True Because I Believed What I Saw.