We Been On The Road For 18

They've Hung Everything On Me Except The Chicago Fire.

Every Time A Boy Falls Off A Tricycle, Every Time A Black Cat Has Gray Kittens, Every Time Someone Stubs A Toe, Every Time There's A Murder Or A Fire Or The Marines Land In Nicaragua, The Police And The Newspapers Holler 'get Capone.'

I Am Like Any Other Man. All I Do Is Supply A Demand.

I Am Sick And Tired Of Publicity. I Want No More Of It. It Puts Me In A Bad Light. I Just Want To Be Forgotten.

My Rackets Are Run On Strictly American Lines And They're Going To Stay That Way.