The Last Time I Twerked I Was

The Pound Is Sinking, The Peso's Failing, The Lira's Reeling, And Feeling Quite Appalling.

I'm Still Looking To Write A Great Song.... You Always Are. You Know, You Never Think, 'well, That's Enough ... That's Good Enough.'

It Was Bad On Linda. She Had To Deal With This Guy Who Didn't Want To Get Out Of Bed And, If He Did, Wanted To Go Back To Bed Pretty Soon After. He Wanted To Drink Earlier And Earlier Each Day And Didn't Really See The Point In Shaving. I Was Generally Pretty Morbid.

I Feel That If I Said Anything About John, I Would Have To Sit Here For Five Days And Say It All. Or I Don't Want To Say Anything.

I Knew The Words To 25 Rock Songs, So I Got In The Group. Long Tall Sally And Tutti-frutti, That Got Me In. That Was My Audition.