Santa Claus wears a Red Suit, he must be a communist. And a beard and long hair, must be a pacifist. What's in that pipe that he's smoking?
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted.
The New York State Freeway's closed, man. Far out!
Basically, I think you need two things to get by in this world: a sense of humor and the ability to laugh when your ego is destroyed.