I've Always Been After The Trappings Of

I Am Blind -- But I Am Able To Read Thanks To A Wonderful New System Known As 'broil' . . . I'm Sorry, I'll Just Feel That Again.

I've Always Been After The Trappings Of Great Luxury. But All I've Got Hold Of Are The Trappings Of Great Poverty. I've Got Hold Of The Wrong Load Of Trappings, And A Rotten Load They Are Too, Ones I Could Have Very Well Done Without.

All Right, You Great Git, You've Asked For It. I'll Cover The World In Tastee-freez And Wimpy Burgers. I'll Fill It With Concrete Runways, Motorways, Aircraft, Television, Automobiles, Advertising, Plastic Flowers, Frozen Food And Supersonic Bangs. I'll Make It So Noisy And Disgusting That Even You'll Be Ashamed Of Yourself! No Wonder You've So Few Friends; You're Unbelievable!

I Saw An Advertisement The Other Day For The Secret Of Life. It Said "the Secret Of Life Can Be Yours For Twenty-five Shillings. Sent To Secret Of Life Institute, Willesden." So I Wrote Away, Seemed A Good Bargain, Secret Of Life, Twenty-five Shillings. And I Got A Letter Back Saying, "if You Think You Can Get The Secret Of Life For Twenty-five Shillings, You Don't Deserve To Have It. Send Fifty Shillings For The Secret Of Life."

The Thing That Makes You Know That Vernon Ward Is A Good Painter Is If You Look At His Ducks, You Can See The Eyes Follow You Around The Room.