Clarence threw a monkey-wrench in the cogs of the voting machine
– What you’re doing?
– Eh.. I.. I don’t know.

Clarence said to Homer: Can you hear the sirens sing?
Homer answered: No. Don’t hear a thing.

You live in a world of democracy,
telling yourself it’s all right what you’re doing to me.
Since I’m free. Free in your democracy.

Chester came on early through the pearly, pearly gates;
joined the queue to wait with his plate.

You live in a world of democracy…

Mr Jones, what are you doing?
What are you doing, Mr Jones?
– What’s it to yah?
– Well, I’d say!

You live in a world of democracy…




Holly Golly! Where’s my ride?

The tribes of Israël are camp.
They’re gettin’ closer – gettin’ closer.
The morse-code of the blinkin’ eye
Dayan’s in the tunnels; ham and rye!
Nail and tooth; cut-and-paste;
Holly-Golly! Clay appraised.
Fadin’. Fadin’ like the tide.
And where’s my ride?

Dancing for rain

You are tired of foolishness. Why? Because you want to move forward.
But foolishness is moving things forward more rapidly than you could ever achieve.

When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney’s firm.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.