I'm Really Very Embarrassed About

Happiness Is A Warm Gun Not About Heroin. A Gun Magazine Was Sitting There With A Smoking Gun On The Cover And An Article That I Never Read Inside Called 'happiness Is A Warm Gun.' I Took It Right From There. I Took It As The Terrible Idea Of Just Having Shot Some Animal.

We're Crazy About This City. First Time We Came Here, We Walked The Streets All Day, All Over Town And Nobody Hassled Us. People Smiled, Friendly-like, And We Knew We Could Live Here. We'd Like To Keep Our Place In Greenwich Village And Have An Apartment Here, God And The Immigration Service Willing. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

Please Don’t Spoil My Day; I’m Miles Away And, After All, I’m Only Sleeping.

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

I Could Still Be Forgotten When I'm Dead. I Don't Really Care What Happens When I'm Dead.