Firing cannons in the desert heat / What a way to spend your summer, oh yeah

You’re in the army now dude / And you’re stuck for the next three years!

Won’t you please release me / Won’t you please help me / Won’t you please free me / From this restlessness ...

It gets so hot down here that your mind gets hazy / Tell me you like it and I’ll tell you you’re crazy

I’ve got so much that I want to say / I try to will it but the pen won’t obey / Looks like there’ll be no new song today.

It all began sometime in the mid-nineteenth century / Rabbi Yosef Moshe Scheiskopf was a big rabbi in Germany ...

How can I begin to write / with all the everyday perils looming above me

Bo nidfok’ta rosh ba-kir / Give a listen and I’ll assault your ears / How much longer? / Longer, longer / Will we vegetate here.

The best part of my life is in my history pages / I find myself living in the middle ages / But what do I do if the fire is still burning.

Gonna wear my t shirts gonna wear my jeans (Talkin’ ‘bout my generation) ...

I’m stressed / yes I’m stressed / go away / let me rest.

I’ve been beleaguered and battered beyond belief / And I don’t know where to go from here

The path of least resistance / Is my approach to responsibility.

What did I do to deserve it? / What did I do to be treated like so much dirt?

these are the things that constitute success.

I’m what you call a rock’n’roll bastard ... you either love me or you hate me.

I didn’t write a song today / I made up some excuse / It’s easier to run away / Than to face up to the truth ...

Depression / Coming down on me / Like a breaker in the surf tearing away at the shore ...

Stay cool / When you know that the world’s gonna end the next day / And it clamps down all around you and you don’t know what to say.

Waiting till the last minute / To get these words out / Waiting till the last minute / To dispel any doubt ...