I Hate London When It's Not Raining.

Here Lies Groucho Marx And Lies And Lies And Lies P.s. He Never Kissed An Ugly Girl.

Any Place I Hang My Head Is Home.

If Women Dressed For Men, The Stores Wouldn't Sell Much - Just An Occasional Sun Visor.

Jail Is No Place For A Young Fellow. There's No Advancement.

I Met My Wife On A Ferry Boat, And When We Landed She Gave Me The Slip