I'd Like To Go To The Moon.

My Sight Is Bad, My Hearing Is Bad, I Feel Bad, But I Don't Suffer, I Don't Complain.

I Wait For Death And Journalists.

I Have Legs Of Iron, But To Tell You The Truth, They're Starting To Rust And Buckle A Bit.

I've Been Forgotten By Our Good Lord.

I Took Pleasure When I Could. I Acted Clearly And Morally And Without Regret. I'm Very Lucky.