Political Satire Became Obsolete When They Awarded

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Bad Weather Always Looks Worse Through A Window.

Angels We Have Heard On High Tell Us To Go Out And Buy.

Once All The Germans Were Warlike And Mean But That Couldn't Happen Again We Taught Them A Lesson In Nineteen Eighteen And They've Hardly Bothered Us Since Then

From The Three, You Then Use One To Make Eight Ones. You Add Those Ones To The Three, And You Get One-three Base Eight, Or, In Other Words, In Base Ten You Have Eleven, And You Take Away Seven. And Seven From Eleven Is Four. Now Go Back To The Sixty-fours, You're Left With Two.