I Figure I Wrote 37 Songs In

Once All The Germans Were Warlike And Mean But That Couldn't Happen Again We Taught Them A Lesson In Nineteen Eighteen And They've Hardly Bothered Us Since Then

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, You Ask A Silly Question, And You Get A Silly Answer.

I Find That If You Take The Various Popular Song Forms To Their Logical Extremes, You Can Arrive At Almost Anything From The Ridiculous To The Obscene-or, As They Say In New York, Sophisticated.

Counting In Octal Is Just Likst Counting In Decimal--if You Don't Use Your Thumbs.