Age doesn't make a man.
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no big regrets. Two hours of pushin' broom, buys an eight by twelve, four-bit room. I'm a man of means, by no means, king of the road.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Junk bonds are the Holy Grail for hostile takeovers.
My uncle used to love me, but she died.
. . . And some people sing and dance.