Don't Write Naughty Words On

I Find That If You Take The Various Popular Song Forms To Their Logical Extremes, You Can Arrive At Almost Anything From The Ridiculous To The Obscene-or, As They Say In New York, Sophisticated.

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.

Plagiarize! Plagiarize, Let No One Else's Work Evade Your Eyes, Remember Why The Good Lord Made Your Eyes, So Don't Shade Your Eyes, But Plagiarize, Plagiarize, Plagiarize... Only Be Sure Always To Call It Please "research".

Bad Weather Always Looks Worse Through A Window.

Angels We Have Heard On High Tell Us To Go Out And Buy.