There Is Only What Is And That's

I Won't Say Ours Was A Tough School, But We Had Our Own Coroner. We Used To Write Songs Like, "what I'm Going To Do If I Grow Up".

Satire Is Tragedy Plus Time. You Give It Enough Time, The Public, The Reviewers Will Allow You To Satirize It. Which Is Rather Ridiculous, When You Think About It.

If I Get Busted In New York, The Freest City In The World, That Will Be The End Of My Career.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If All The People Who Are Lonesome Could Live In One Big Dormitory, Sleep In Beds Next To Each Other, Talk, Laugh, And Keep The Lights On As Long As They Want To?

Alright, Let's Admit It, We Jews Killed Christ - But It Was Only For Three Days.