I remember how your mother used to get up on Saturday morning
And take you to music lessons, I
I, um, well I always was proud of your mom
And I'm proud of you too, Josh
Heights of good and decent men were not attained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept
Went toiling upward through the night
Please, don't repeat that, Marion
Or you'll be charged
You'll be charged with plagiarism
So, let it go
(Two, three, four)