It's All The Same To The Clam.

I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining Anything.

Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, They're Looking A Little Bit Dull. Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, For The Eagles And Starlings And Gulls Have All Been Complaining They're Tarnished And Worn, They Say They Want New Ones We Cannot Afford. So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

No Difference Small As A Peanut, Big As A Giant, We're All The Same Size When We Turn Off The Light. Rich As A Sultan, Poor As A Mite, We're All Worth The Same When We Turn Off The Light. Red, Black Or Orange, Yellow Or White, We All Look The Same When We Turn Off The Light. So Maybe The Way, To Make Everything Right Is For God To Just Reach Out And Turn Off The Light!

Tell Me I'm Clever, Tell Me I'm Kind, Tell Me I'm Talented, Tell Me I'm Cute, Tell Me I'm Sensitive, Graceful And Wise, Tell Me I'm Perfect - But Tell Me The Truth.

He Wasted His Wishes On Wishing.