I am completely puzzled by this. Is it a reference to a song in which these claims were made? I mean, Cock Robin is like centuries old.
Bangkok is the crème de la crème of the Chess world.
If you’re going to travel across the desert, you’d better bring along your photo ID. Mainly because in the desert, you can’t remember your name, 'cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
I made it through a segment on the English Civil War thanks to Monty Python’s “Oliver Cromwell”. Oddly enough, despite the title, the Clash’s song was no help.
They’ll kick you, they’ll beat you: they’ll tell you its fair.
Men at Work taught me about Vegemite. Not enough to try it, but I felt pretty worldly for a 6th grader.
Things I learned from smart people on message boards: the lyric doesn’t go “to give you no fame.” Thank you for clearing that up so I don’t spend another 40 years getting it wrong.
I learned about it from Elvis Costello. And Mom said that pop music wouldn’t make me smarter. :rolleyes:
(I know it’s not necessarily about Cromwell, but it made me look him up)
Thanks to Warren Zevon and Linda Rondstadt I know that there’s a Vieux Carre down in Yokohoma.
I learned not to be a hero, not to be a fool with my life.
I learned that somewhere there’s a city they built on rock & roll.
Oh, I think that was only intended for Billy.
I’d argue and say you can do whatever you like, but I learned from Mr. Croce not to mess around with Jim. 
Ha!
When to hold them, when to fold them, when to walk away, and, most importantly, when to run.
Okay, “pick your battles” is more succinct, but doesn’t make a whole ballad.
Oh no, it was directed at Billy, but it was universal wisdom. 
I learned that baseball scores were kept 'lectricly.
And Mr. Croce was totally correct in that you should never start a fight (or play pool for money with) anybody named Slim, or for that matter named for any bodily characteristic, or come to think of it for something like a city.
Ooh, another …
If you’re not rich, it’s still better than diggin’ a ditch
You might meet a movie star or Indian chief at the car wash
and the boss don’t mind if you sometimes play the fool.
I know that I must do what’s right, sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.
I’m not the only one wondering who wrote the book of love. At least I know what the chapters are.
Paula Abdul keeps telling me that she’s forever my girl. But when I show up at her house to say hi, not only doesn’t she recognize me, she calls the police. Go figure.
I learned about Werner von Braun from Tom Lehrer, but I wouldn’t call anything by Tom Lehrer stupid.
You cant make a hoe a housewife