Since My Feet Are Now Fast And

Nothing Is Better, Nothing Is Best, Take Heed Of This And Get Plenty Of Rest.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!