We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.

God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.