This Stammer Got Me A Home In

It's Getting Harder And Harder To Differentiate Between Schizophrenics And People Talking On A Cell Phone. It Still Brings Me Up Short To Walk By Somebody Who Appears To Be Talking To Themselves.

I Wasn't Much Good. When I Went Into The Line On A Fake - I Would Holler 'i Don't Have It!'

This Stammer Got Me A Home In Beverly Hills, And I'm Not About To Screw With It Now.

I Gave Up Accounting. I Went In For About Six Months Writing Ad Copy. I Was Fired From That, And Then Another Guy And I Did A Kind Of Poor Man's Bob And Ray Kind Of Syndicated Radio Show. Then I Decided To Stick It Out And See What Happened. I'd Give It A Year, A Year Became Two Years, And Then Two Years Became Three Years, And Then Along Came The Record Album.

I Was Not Influenced By Jack Benny, And People Have Remarked On My Timing And Jack's Timing, But I Don't Think You Can Teach Timing. It's Something You Hear In Your Head.