What a noble mind is here o'erthrown

It takes alot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

A just machine to make big decisions/programmed by fellas with compassion and vision

There was a line; There was a formula

This brave new worlds not like yesterday

Perhaps a bit highbrow for this crowd

he isn't hearty-like

I can't help it if I'm lucky

Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing

I hear you're mad about Brubeck

I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley, or Keats 'Cause it's all been said before

Hell, they ain't even old timey!

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss

And with retorted scorn his back he turned On those proud towers, to swift destruction doomed

I'm a thinker not a talker

Fast and bulbous

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me

Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in Nobody seems to think it all might happen again

You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry

You're just in time to be too late

It's you and me and the telephone Our destiny is quite well known

Send me to get a pair of underwear, I'm back in two seconds

I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you

With a little help from a A-dapter kit

With a little help from a A-dapter kit

Because you're mine I walk the line

If you buy a bag of popcorn in this town someone will write a song about you

There's no easy way to be free

The tempestuous petticoat

Hours on the phone makin' pointless calls I got a desk full of paper that means nothin' at all

My tires and tubes are doin' fine But the air is showin' through

calico bonnet

Everything you say now sounds like it was ghostwritten

A man is like a rusty wheel Upon a rusty cart He sings his song as he rattles along And then he falls apart

Everybody knows my name at the recreation center

Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so, To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him, "No"?

I will compose in fancy rhyme Or just plain prose A song of praise to you, Prairie Rose

Singles remind me of kisses Albums remind me of plans

She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake

Talkin' on the phone is not my speed Don't send me no letters cuz I can't read

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tommorrow's parties?

My interest level is dropping

He is the bomb and he is the crater

My building has every convenience It's gonna make life easy for me It's gonna be easy to get things done

Every appointment has been moved to last week

I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind

If only life were easy it would be so much fun