So long, Mom I'm off to drop the bomb So don't wait up for me But while you swelter Down there in your shelter You can see me On your TV

The reason most folksongs are so atrocious is that they were written by the people.

Base eight is just like base ten really, if you're missing two fingers.

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

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.

Well I wasn't really attacking the religious beliefs [in the song 'The Vatican Rag'], I was attacking the formality of the rituals of the Catholic church; however, people took it wrongly.

I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.