What's a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming.
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.
Life is short and so is money.
Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
He who is still laughing is he who hasn't heard the terrible news.