There Are People All Over The World

I Don't Want A Pickle, Just Want To Ride On My Motorsickle

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?

Songwriting Is Like Fishing In A Stream; You Put In Your Line And Hope To Catch Something. And I Don't Think Anyone Downstream From Bob Dylan Ever Caught Anything.

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

If You Want To End War And Stuff, You Gotta Sing Loud.