No Woman Is Worth The Loss Of

Composers Should Write Tunes That Chauffeurs And Errand Boys Can Whistle.

The Sound Of A Harpsichord - Two Skeletons Copulating On A Tin Roof In A Thunderstorm.

They Are Quite Hopeless - Drooling, Driveling, Doleful, Depressing, Dropsical Drips.

What Can You Do With It? It's Like A Lot Of Yaks Jumping About.

Madam, You Have Between Your Legs An Instrument Capable Of Giving Pleasure To Thousands And All You Can Do Is Scratch It.