I Ask The Lord In

In Olden Days A Glimpse Of Stocking Was Looked On As Something Shocking. Now, Heaven Knows, Anything Goes. The World Has Gone Mad Today, And Good's Bad Today, And Black's White Today, And Day's Night Today.

He May Have Hair Upon His Chest But, Sister, So Has Lassie.

My Sole Inspiration Is A Telephone Call From A Director.

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

There's An, Oh Such A Hungry Yearning Burning Inside Of Me.