The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk.

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

If You Ever Tell Anyone About Jonah's Sexual Dysfunction, I'll Never Play Music Again.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.