The Only Thing My Old Man Ever

Newspapermen Ask Dumb Questions. They Look Up At The Sun And Ask If It Is Shining.

Come Over Here And Sit On My Knee And Finish Your Orange Juice.

My Punches Are Just As Hard In Chicago As In New York.

The Only Thing My Old Man Ever Gave Me Was A Beating.

If They Ever Let Me In The Ring With Him [cassius Clay], I'm Liable To Be Put Away For Murder.