Ahhh, Home Sweet Hell
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
If my wife left me, I'd be dancing on the deck of the good ship hooter-pop, with a smile on my face and my face on a smile
If dynamite was dangerous, do you think they'd sell it to an idiot like me
