Honey, I Can Smell The Scent Of

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

I Want It All - And I Would Like It Delivered.

Sold My Soul. Bought These Devil Chains.

All These Children [who Did Not Have Music And Art Classes At School] Go Out Into The World Without Knowing That There Is Anything Other Than What They Have. Of Course, Children Do Look At Tv, But What Does It Give Them?

If You Pick Up A Ukulele, It Will Make You Unbelievably Happy.