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Now, we shall have a little talk
A funny thing happened to me on my way to Australia
I made a mistake and I got off the plane
I wanna tell you, boy, we had some time over there
I thought they had nickel and dime garbage
Dealers and columnists in this country
They're worse over there than they are over here
Oh, they're murder
They're murder
They make Rona Barrett look like a nun
That reminds me, I have good news and I have bad news
The good news is that Rona Barrett has been fired
And the bad news is that I gotta get ten new minutes in my act
Because I can't talk about her anymore if she's not around
Eh, they're all alike, they're parasites
All the garbage dealers with the columnists, they're nothing
Now, I usually drink hot tea and honey at this point
But I thought, what the hell
I'm back home, I might as well have a
Little gasoline instead of that there stuff
This is some fancy jazz called Mouton Cadet
The Baron Philippe de Rothschild
I remember when I used to drink Old Drum
Or Green River and all that other jazz
Forty-nine cents a quart
Bona salute
Cheers
For you non-Italians, that means good luck
And happy days and all of that other jazz
And if you're not an Italian, you oughta be
Hey, let's not admit we're too many
We'll be investigated here before the night is out, you know
Cheers
I drink to my granddaughter, Angela Jennifer
Who is, uh, who is just about to be five months old
And she's the most beautiful child ever born any place
AJ, we call her
When she was born, I said to myself
What would I buy myself if I was this kid?
So I bought some rattles, I bought some
Stuffed animals, I bought a case of gin
And I bought a train
The Super Chief, the real one that goes from
Chicago to- what do you think, I'd fool around?
I ain't no cheap bum, you know, I buy the best


































































