Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

Oh! Moon Of Alabama We Now Must Say Good-bye We've Lost Our Good Old Mama And Must Have Whiskey Oh, You Know Why!

You Don't Need To Pray To God Any More When There Are Storms In The Sky, But You Do Have To Be Insured.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.