You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

You still have Top 40 radio now, but it's 40 different stations. There aren't many hits that everybody knows, and there aren't many real superstars.

Not any specific one, but I was a huge fan of Frank Jacobs, I guess he wrote the plurality of the song parodies for MAD, Sam Hart, a few others, but that was also where I was first exposed to the art form of song parodies.

It doesn't take a military genius to see we'll all be crispy critters after World War III.

There are a lot of songs that would ostensibly be a good candidate for parody, yet I can't think of a clever enough idea.

Maybe I'll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.

I'm obviously not a rapper, and I don't have any claims to be one, really.