Wait a minute…how can we sleep when our beds are burning?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Why do you build me up just to let me down?
Why’ja have to go and make things so complicated.
Some answers:
War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
What makes the world go 'round? It matters who you ask-- money or people.
Who are you? Who? Who? Who? Who? Why I’m Biggirl!
How is it we are here?
If my words did glow
with the gold of sunnnnshine
And my tunes
were played
on the harp
unstrung,
would you hear my voice
come thruuuu the muuuuusic,
would you hollllllld it near
as it were your own?
And do people living in Toledo know that their name hasn’t travelled very well?
And does anybody in Ohio dream of that Spanish citadel?
They want to be, close to you?
Or they could be buzzards circling…
My questions:
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody in there?
Is there anyone home?
Does anyone remember laughter?
How does it feel to be on your own, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat. How will I know if he’s thinking of me??
“Is she really going out with him?”
Eleanor Rigby “Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for?”
Father MacKenzie is “darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there. What does he care?”
“All the lonely people- where do they all come from?” And for that matter, where do they all belong?"
Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?
How’d you do I?
If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?
If I swore you were an angel, would you treat me like the devil tonight?
You never even call me, I wonder why you don’t call me, why don’t you ever call me by my name?
I think I love you so what am I so afraid of? I’ll tell you what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid that I’m not sure of a love there is no cure for-- that’s what!
Where the party at?
Where’s your head at?
Can you hoes come out to play now?
That’s what I always used to say. 
Oh DUH - how did we forget this? “Who do you love?”
Who’s that girl, running around with you?
Is there something I should know?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
Hey little sister, what have you done?
Didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I see you crying?
Do you feel what I feel? Can we make it so that’s part of the deal?
Do you know the muffin man?
< Nitpick > If you’re talking Madonna, that should be *Quien es ese nina? < /Nitpick >
Who’ll stop the rain?
Well, shoot, I got an answer for yas
Answer: He’s going down to shoot his old lady! He caught her messing around! That’s right! Joe’s lady was messin all around the town! 
Hello, is it me you’re looking for?
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Point Barrow, Alaska, for the annual crab fishing festival. They’ll be back in a few days.
Yes.
The song gets that one. The answer is “Yes, I know the muffin man.”