In your heart there is innocence waiting to be free.

Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.

Arty farty, you'll never fool your Aunt, who knew you picked your nose and wet your pants.

He's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.

Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.