No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.
Follow the yellow brick road.
It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.