If You Ever Tell Anyone About Jonah's

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

I Saw Him Making Love To You, You Forgot To Close The Garage Door.

I Always Thought The Best Kind Of Sunglasses Are The Motorcycle Helmets With The Black Plastic Masks On Them. That Way, Nobody Can Recognize The Back Of Your Head Either.