There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.

I Woke Up One Morning To Find I Was Famous. I Bought A White Rolls-royce And Drove Down Sunset Boulevard, Wearing Dark Specs And A White Suit, Waving Like The Queen Mum.

There May Be Honor Among Thieves, But There's None In Politicians.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.

What I Like Is Bottomless Flattery.

And Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.