Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

Draft beer, not people.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.