It 's The Time Of Year When

I Aim To Please. I'm Nothing If Not A Vaudevillian.

I've Started Looking At My Own Father A Bit Funny. He Assures Me, Though, That I Really Am The Son Of A Scottish Postman.

If It Doesn't Work, At Least It Will Be An Interesting Train Wreck.

It 's The Time Of Year When Canadians Mate.

Acid Gave Me A Clinical, Unblinking Look At Madness, And I Discovered I Wasn't Brave Enough To Be Insane.