There Was No Need To Inform Us

It Isn't So Much That Hard Times Are Coming; The Change Observed Is Mostly Soft Times Going.

Who Are You Going To Believe, Me Or Your Own Eyes?

Oh, Why Can't We Break Away From All This, Just You And I, And Lodge With My Fleas In The Hills? I Mean Flee To My Lodge In The Hills.

I Love My Cigar Too, But I Take It Out Of My Mouth Once In A While.

Always Examine The Dice.