It's All The Same To The Clam.

My Beard Grows Down To My Toes, I Never Wears No Clothes, I Wraps My Hair Around My Bare, And Down The Road I Goes.

Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

Do A Loony-goony Dance 'cross The Kitchen Floor, Put Something Silly In The World That Ain't Been There Before.

When The Light Turns Green, You Go. When The Light Turns Red, You Stop. But What Do You Do When The Light Turns Blue With Orange And Lavender Spots?

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."