Red Beans And Ricely Yours.

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

I'm A Spade, You're An Ofay. Let's Play.

When You're Dead, You're Done.

You Got To Love To Be Able To Play