Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.
In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.