People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.

Draft beer, not people.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.