All Geniuses Die Young.

You Get A Canoe Later And I'll Paddle You.

My Plans Are Still In Embryo, A Town On The Edge Of Wishful Thinking.

Yes, Darling, Let Me Cover Your Face With Kisses-on Second Thought, Just Let Me Cover Your Face

I Could Dance With You Until The Cows Come Home. On Second Thought I'd Rather Dance With The Cows Until You Come Home.

You Are Going Uruguay, And I'm Going My Way