She stands beneath the mistletoe screaming for him to stand beneath the mistletoe, screaming…Now I can’t help but read the Comics each time she climbs on his knee.

They are digging through all of your files, stealing back your Sunday Comics. You cover your windows with lead, even keeping the pets outside. Then you hear, a moment too late…

Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac, gangster whitewalls, TV antenna in the back…You may not have the Sunday Comics at all. Just remember brothers and sisters, you can still stand tall.

The fools all hide behind the fashion. The new age rebels have no cause. But little do they realize, that the Comics can come from within — but that’s too simple to be true.

This could be our very last stand/Sunday Comics and the Merrimack/Too bad, too bad/You’re ironclad, ironclad

If I stole somebody else’s wave to fly up…Some kind of verb; some kind of moving thing; the Sunday Comics; some hand is motioning to rise

The Mickey Mouse badge told the Ayatollah at his feet, “You drink your oil you schmuck, we’ll eat our heads of wheat.” But I’m the man in grey, we’re Sunday Comics at the Star and we don’t have a say in the war games that…

You gentlemen who think you have a mission to purge us of the Sunday Comics should first sort out the basic food position. Then start your preaching, that’s where it begins.

You don’t have no money? He’ll get you some. You don’t have no car? He’ll get you one. You don’t have no Sunday Comics, you feel like an insect? Well don’t you worry buddy, ’cause here he comes.