Sure. And especially if he can work a holy cow into it!

Me, I'm envious. I don't think I've sproinged lyrics fully armed from my brain for about two decades, with the exception of one feeble attempt on "Parcel Of Rogues" about the news item that bagpipes are technically still classified as a weapon of war.

I mean, I could pop out a line like "Mine eyes have searched the bodies of the holiest of cows," and come up with the odd rhyme or two, but I couldn't make a song that would stand on its own out of it.

Sigh...