“Sometimes I get the feeling that I'mstranded in the wrong timewhere love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme”

“My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant. Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist but you lovely bitches and hos should know I'm trying to correct this.”

“It was my kind of song: fast and fun and exuberant,the lyrics tumbling out almost faster than my ears could follow them,some times rhyming,sometimes not. . .”

“Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.”

“And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!”

“Hey I'd like to daze away to aPlace like no one has knownIn a state of mind I could call mineThat only I could ownWhere I could hum a tune anytimeI choose, and then there is no such thing as timeWhere I can feel no pain just calm and saneWhat a place for one to find”