And before he knew it he was a bindlestiff himself.

I would not ask that life Should be all sunlight. No! When driftwood holds within Its flames a wonder-glow!

It is my job to test biscuits for comestibility and I do this by biting into them, tasting them for flavour and texture, and if the biscuit is satisfactory I allow another four million to go by.

Now she's phoning me on private When I told her I don't like it She's a ho and she got mileage Probably more miles than my whip (Skrrt) I see it then I buy it She's still eating on my privates