Coming Into Los Angeles, Bringing In A

I've Been Singing This Song Now For Twenty Five Minutes. I Could Sing It For Another Twenty Five Minutes. I'm Not Proud... Or Tired.

The Death Of What's Dead Is The Birth Of What's Living.

Santa Claus Wears A Red Suit, He Must Be A Communist. And A Beard And Long Hair, Must Be A Pacifist. What's In That Pipe That He's Smoking?

I Don't Want A Pickle, I Just Want Ride On My Motorcikle. I Don't Want To Die, I Just Want A Ride On My Motorcy........cle.

It's About The Time I Was Riding My Motorcycle, Going Down A Mountain Road At 150 Miles An Hour, Playing My Guitar.