There's Only One God. Call Him Whatever

It's About The Time I Was Riding My Motorcycle, Going Down A Mountain Road At 150 Miles An Hour, Playing My Guitar.

You Can't Have A Light Without A Dark To Stick It In.

Only The Words Of Love Kept Alive Are Worthy Of Not Being Wasted.

Santa Claus Wears A Red Suit, He Must Be A Communist. And A Beard And Long Hair, Must Be A Pacifist. What's In That Pipe That He's Smoking?

I've Been Singing This Song Now For Twenty Five Minutes. I Could Sing It For Another Twenty Five Minutes. I'm Not Proud... Or Tired.