I Can't Fax You My Love, I

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

What If Life Is Just A Cosmic Joke, Like Spiders In Your Underwear.

You Get Religion As Your Hair Turns Grey.

What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight Spot Like This?

I'm Living On Things That Excite Me, Be They Pastry, Or Lobster, Or Love...