Ray, What You Got To Do Is

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

Whenever Spring Comes To New York I Can't Stand The Suggestion Of The Land That Come Blowing Over The River From New Jersey And I've Got To Go. So I Went.

And Then We’ll All Go Off To Sweet Life, ‘cause Now Is The Time And We All Know Time!

And With Joy You Realize For The First Time "thinking's Just Like Not Thinking — So I Don't Have To Think Any More".