There's Ten Stuffed Heads In My Trophy

Don't Drink The Water And Don't Breathe The Air!

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.

The Lord's Our Shepherd, Says The Psalm. But Just In Case, We Better Get A Bomb.

The Poor Folks Hate The Rich Folks, And The Rich Folks Hate The Poor Folks. All Of My Folks Hate All Of Your Folks, It's American As Apple Pie.

Don't Write Naughty Words On The Wall If You Can't Spell!