I Either Write The Book Or Sell

I Wish To Live To 150 Years Old, But The Day I Die, I Wish It To Be With A Cigarette In One Hand And A Glass Of Whiskey In The Other.

I Haven't Taken An Overdose Of Sleeping Pills And Called My Agent. I Haven't Been In Jail, And I Don't Go Running To The Psychiatrist Every Two Minutes. That's Something Of An Accomplishment These Days.

I Either Write The Book Or Sell The Jewels. And I'm Kinda Sentimental About The Jewels.

All I Have Going Is My Looks. When My Beauty Goes, I'm Through.

When I'm Old And Gray, I Want To Have A House By The Sea. And Paint. With A Lot Of Wonderful Chums, Good Music, And Booze Around. And A Damn Good Kitchen To Cook In.