Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares

The Real Issues I Don't Think Most People Touch. The Clinton Jokes Are All About Monica Lewinsky And All That Stuff And Not About The Important Things, Like The Fact That He Wouldn't Ban Landmines...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 Satirize George Bush And His Puppeteers, I Want To Vaporize Them. And That's Not Funny....ok, Well, If I Say That, I Might Get A Shock Laugh, But It's Not Really Satire.

Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares Where They Come Down?

I Always Like To Make Explicit The Fact That Before I Went Off Not Too Long Ago To Fight In The Trenches, I Was A Mathematician By Profession. I Don't Like People To Get The Idea That I Have To Do This For A Living. I Mean, It Isn't As Though I Had To Do This, You Know, I Could Be Making, Oh, Three Thousand Dollars A Year Just Teaching.

As For Language, Almost Everything Goes Now. That Is Not To Say That Verbal Taboos Have Disappeared, But Merely That They Have Shifted Somewhat. In My Youth, For Example, There Were Certain Words You Couldn't Say In Front Of A Girl; Now You Can Say Them, But You Can't Say 'girl'.

There's Ten Stuffed Heads In My Trophy Room Right Now, Two Game Wardens, Seven Hunters, And A Cow.