One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.
This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
Bankers are just like everybody else, except richer.
I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.
Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.