Mr. Percy Faith, is your masterpiece complete?I'm in dire need of curing this headacheThere are riots in the streets andWe're still not on the moonAnd I hear that you've beenTaken from the airwavesJoseph Raymond Conniff, I am writing from SeattleWhere they now have put a trademark on the rainAnd having just arrived I am staying by the airportIt was tough to find a room at the Hyatt InnAlice in disguisesBill Close taken hostage"Dear Loretta, these are my demands"I'll be selling Arizona to the next potential buyerWho comes in from the north in search of sandMr. Allan Sherman, I am writing from the futureWhere the people never look you in the eyeAnd there is no need to talk, and theSidewalks they walk for youI know everything and yet no one at all
