Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters, since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, you've seen it all. Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam. In your belly, you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams, most of them dreams.

Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.

Whatever thrills you, anything you love to do, just say - Someday, I will.

We need more fruitcakes in this world, and less bakers!

Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

And I wound up in New Orleans for all those years and it was a great place, really a catalyst creatively.

I recommend that you try a little mental floss.