Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares

We Are The Folk Song Army, Every One Of Us Cares. We All Hate Poverty, War, And Injustice Unlike The Rest Of You Squares.

Apart From That Mrs Lincoln, How Did You Enjoy The Play?

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Don't Solicit For Your Sister, It's Not Nice. Unless You Get A Good Percentage Of Her Price.

The Army Has Carried The American... Ideal To Its Logical Conclusion... Not Only Do They Prohibit Discrimination On The Grounds Of Race, Creed And Color, But Also On The Grounds Of Ability.