A man's ambition must be small ...

Put your clip in load your gun / You’re going into Lebanon / This ain’t no picnic you’re going on / You don’t take chances in Lebanon

So many people / Are needing me / For me there’s never anything in it

This is the time / the time of the season / This is the time / The season for completion.

Walked through the Old City just the other night / Heard a voice shouting “Do You See The Light!

Wasted years / Crying over wasted years.

I’m here for the good times / And I know the good times are never out of reach.

The power is all in the music / It’s yours if you can use it right.

The heat comes down / On Brooklyn town / I should take it easy but I’m working like a dog.

This is the story of a love affair, of passion and despair, with that lazy crazy place.

I have traveled through many ports for you.

This heretofore life was so pathetic / From now on just call me peripatetic.

Five o’clock in the morning / I’m awake, lucid and clear / My mind is sharp, my imagination is fresh / My vantage point is premier.

So get out of my way, I ain’t stoppin’ / while I go out ZZ Toppin’.

Atonement’s over it’s Saturday night, the hard heavy day is over

I search my ways and examine them / On the long hard way back

Seeking some sort of spiritual explanation or answer to a very changed world.

Well riding these buses is like riding a surfboard / Don’t hold on tight and you’ll get thrown overboard

It’s the end of the season / But it’s time for a new beginning.

Fads and trends have come and gone / But I kept at it season after season.