Come Over Here And Sit

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

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

How Would You Like To Find Out How Good My Right Is?

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

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