Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What

Ourchestra: So You Haven't Got A Drum, Just Beat Your Belly. So I Haven't Got A Horn-i'll Play My Nose. So We Haven't Any Cymbals- We'll Just Slap Our Hands Together, And Though There May Be Orchestras That Sound A Little Better With Their Fancy Shiny Instruments That Cost An Awful Lot- Hey, We're Making Music Twice As Good By Playing What We've Got!

So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.

So What If Nobody Came? I’ll Have All The Ice Cream And Tea, And I’ll Laugh With Myself, And I’ll Dance With Myself, And I’ll Sing, “happy Birthday To Me!

When I Was A Kid I Would Much Rather Have Been A Good Baseball Player Or A Hit With The Girls, But I Couldn't Play Ball. I Couldn't Dance. Luckily, The Girls Didn't Want Me. Not Much I Could Do About That. So I Started To Draw And To Write By The Time I Got To Where I Was Attracting Girls, I Was Already Into Work, And It Was More Important To Me. Not That I Wouldn't Rather Make Love, But The Work Has Become A Habit.