I Can Make Them Voting Machines Sing

I Can Make Them Voting Machines Sing Home Sweet Home.

Don't Write Anything You Can Phone. Don't Phone Anything You Can Talk. Don't Talk Anything You Can Whisper. Don't Whisper Anything You Can Smile. Don't Smile Anything You Can Nod. Don't Nod Anything You Can Wink.

The Kind Of Thing I'm Good At Is Knowing Every Politician In The State And Remembering Where He Itches. And I Know Where To Scratch Him.

A Four-hundred-dollar Suit On Him Would Look Like Socks On A Rooster.

But I'm In Favor Of Every Religion With The Possible Exception Of Snake-chunking. Anybody That So Presumes On How He Stands With Providence That He Will Let A Snake Bite Him, I Say He Deserves What He's Got Coming To Him.