Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.

I Believe That Instinct Is What Makes A Genius A Genius.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.