If We Couldn't Laugh, We Would All

When They Tried To Draft Me, I Earned A College Degree.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

Mirror That Lies, Mirror That Lies, That Can't Be Me In The Gorilla Disguise.