Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.

When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.

I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear.

Political satire became obsolete when they awarded Henry Kissinger the Nobel Peace Prize.

Filth, I'm glad to say, is in the mind of the beholder. When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.

I find that if you take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene-or, as they say in New York, sophisticated.

Some of you may have met mathematicians and wondered how they got that way.