
He's nothin' but an albatross, no great loss -- double crosser.

We're not keeping score; what's one, more or less? Now there's nobody left, doin' what they oughta. I've got pride; I'm takin' it for a ride. We had some guts and some luck. Every little thing that you write just conceivably might be a thought that you capture while coppin' a wink. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. When you pinch me try to pinch me where there's fat.
Took a whole lotta tryin', just to get up that hill.

Look out, here comes Audrey II! There's somethin' wrong with the world today; I don't know what it is. Something's wrong with our eyes. I'm gonna have some fun, that's what I'm gonna do. Oh, it's fun to hunt and shoot a gun or to catch a rabbit on the run, but you'll find it's twice as sportin', goin' courtin'! Well I'm fairly certain, at one time or other, great thinkers all feel this way. You don't have to have a professor's dome not to go for the honey when the bee's at home.
Ah, lyrics. How I love them.