Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy’s chowder?
Who wrote the book of love?
Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do fools fall in love?
Why me lord?
Does this look infected to you?
What is the answer to this question?
Where do butterflies go when it rains?
Who goes around and tucks in the trains?
Why does a teddy bear like to sleep?
Why do we make promises we can’t keep?
– from “A Simple Man,” by Lobo, early 1970s.
Why do songs seem to supply most of the unanswered questions?
Who put the tribbles in the quadrotriticale?
Who left the toilet seat up?
Who are you? Who who? Who who?
Uhura. Not directly but she is ultimately to blame.
…what?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
Why?
how sock did your cup uncle?
Who put that bullet hole in Peggy’s kitchen wall?
Who put the bop in the bop- she-bop-she-bop?
What if the sun refused to shine?
How do we sleep when the beds are burning?
Where do you go, my love?
How many roads must a man walk before you call him a man?