Oh, sure. They’ve accused me of lacking originality, just because I occasionally pen clever parodies of famous songs and poems. Those boorish Capitol Steps people do it, and they’re not one bit FUNNY. Face it: I’m very good at livening up the classics with puns about bodily functions. But, baby, I ain’t going anywhere NEAR “Golden Slumbers.” (Though it IS tempting, given what’s-his-name’s new disclosures; I do like to stay up on current events out here in the field.) But, man, messing with a Beatles song! McCartney would skin me alive. (Oh, I’m just KIDDING! He stopped eating meat right after he met me, you know.)