Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!
I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.
A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke.
A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.
What have future generations ever done for us?
Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean flee to my lodge in the hills.