Randy Newman (The Girls In My Life, Pt. 1) Sail away, Suzanne. I love L.A., naked man. I think it’s going to rain today. It’s money that matters, old man. Little criminals in Germany before the war — Sigmund Freud’s impersonation of Albert Einstein in America. You can leave your hat on, Linda. You’ve got a friend in me, Marie.

Kansas Dust in the wind, how my soul cries out for you. Don’t open your eyes, lonely wind. Carry on wayward son, nobody’s home. Stay out of trouble — Angels have fallen. Play the game tonight, the pilgrimage down the road, the devil game. Fight fire with fire — Don’t take your love away.

I once had a mother named Mom Who had a secret identity in Guam, She used to take trips To the store to get chips And come home with a nuclear bomb.

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Joan Jett I love rock ’n’ roll, I love playing with fire. You’re too possessive, little drummer boy. Crimson and clover, bits and pieces, tossin’ and turnin’ just like in the movies. I hate myself for loving you eye to eye. I still dream about you — the only good thing (you ever said was goodbye). Love is pain. (I’m gonna) run away.

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