| Lyric | Song Title | Show |
| You take after your father's side of the family,the ugly side. | |
| I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I shouldn't blame that on my stock | |
| Should we turn on a light? You know, with stairs | |
| Saca la maraca, bring your tambourine | |
| He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a corral | |
| Crowds around the Embassy have tears in their eyes | |
| You're on your own! You have no friends! | |
| | Lyric | Song Title | Show |
| Body all achin an' racked wid pain. | |
| Put up your dukes, and let's get down to it! | |
| Why is the smart son, always the gay son? | |
| In tones well-rounded they sounded down the nave | |
| I stole a look at your picture on the inside sleeve and then I couldn't leave | |
| My mind is as clear as country air | |
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