Oh, The Protestants Hate The Catholics/ And

I'm Not Tempted To Write A Song About George W.bush. I Couldn't Figure Out What Sort Of Song I Would Write. That's The Problem: I Don't Want To Satirise George Bush And His Puppeteers, I Want To Vaporise Them. And That's Not Funny.

It Is A Sobering Thought That When Mozart Was My Age, He Had Been Dead For Two Years.

I Went From Adolescence To Senility, Trying To Bypass Maturity.

Some Of You May Have Met Mathematicians And Wondered How They Got That Way.

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.