I Don't Even Know What

It's A Racket. Those Stock Market Guys Are Crooked.

I Don't Even Know What Street Canada Is On.

When I Sell Liquor, It's Bootlegging. When My Patrons Serve It On A Silver Tray On Lakeshore Drive, It's Hospitality.

My Rackets Are Run On Strictly American Lines And They're Going To Stay That Way.

A Crook Is A Crook, And There's Something Healthy About His Frankness In The Matter. But Any Guy Who Pretends He Is Enforcing The Law And Steals On His Authority Is A Swell Snake. The Worst Type Of These Punks Is The Big Politician. You Can Only Get A Little Of His Time Because He Spends So Much Time Covering Up That No One Will Know That He Is A Thief. A Hard-working Crook Will-and Can-get Those Birds By The Dozen, But Right Down In His Heart He Won't Depend On Them-hates The Sight Of Them.