Oh, the infinite variety of Mystery we mortals confront travelling in
this cockeyed caravan in which we travel in:

What or who is God?

Why do we live?

Why are lipstick lesbians so goddamn excellent?

Where are my cufflinks? They were right here in the side drawer like
two weeks ago, I saw them. Right, here under the contact lens
cleaning stuff. No the LEFT side drawer. Yea, as you face the bureau.

But the biggest mystery in my life is why I was Chosen to become a
Hit-tastical Broadway Composer. Later, I became a hit-testical
Broadway Composer but that was when things got ugly between me and the choreographer.

Anyway, I wrote the musical referred to above and it made me some very fine ducats but practically erased whatever alternative Cred I had built over the years as a recording arist. Seeing that the record
business is dying a quick, unsightly death I think my timing was
good. I'm also quite proud of the show, which I wanted to be funny,
entertaining and sometimes angry. I think it is. So There.