The Purpose Of Art Is

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

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

My Father Probably Thought The Capital Of The World Was Wherever He Was At The Time. It Couldn't Possibly Be Anyplace Else. Where He And His Wife Were In Their Own Home, That, For Them, Was The Capital Of The World.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.