I Wait For Death And Journalists.

I Have Legs Of Iron, But To Tell You The Truth, They're Starting To Rust And Buckle A Bit.

When I'm Laid In My Coffin, I Want You To Put A Picture Of My Grandchild To The Right Of Me And And A Picture Of My Daughter To My Left. That Way They Will Be Buried With Me.

I Think I Will Die Laughing.

I Wait For Death And Journalists.

I See Badly, I Hear Badly, And I Feel Bad, But Everything's Fine.