Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

No Reason To Get Excited,' The Thief, He Kindly Spoke, There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke.

I Don't Think The Human Mind Can Comprehend The Past And The Future. They Are Both Just Illusions That Can Manipulate You Into Thinking There's Some Kind Of Change.

I Ain't Looking To Compete With You, Beat, Or Cheat, Or Mistreat You, Simplify You, Classify You, Deny, Defy, Or Crucify You. All I Really Want To Do Is, Baby, Be Friends With You.