If You Have Two Friends

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

I Go Straight From Thinking About My Narrator To Being Him.

I Used To Be Sure Of Things. Me, Once I Had All The Answers. I Wish I Was A Kid Again, When I Had All The Answers

I Have No Idea Why I Write. The Old Standards Are: I Like To Express My Feelings, Stretch My Imagination, Earn Money.

We Couldn't Get Along Without Him. We Needed Johnny As Much As He Needed The Gang. And For The Same Reason.