I Still Have Drive, But

I Still Have Drive, But Everything Is Relative.

When I First Went To Vegas, There Were Just High-rollers And Gamblers And The Wise Guys Treated You Great.

When You Enter A Room, You Have To Kiss His Ring. I Don't Mind, But He Has It In His Back Pocket.

Frank Sinatra Enjoyed My Humor, So I Could Say Almost Anything To Him. I Mean, Within Reason.

I Never Could Tell A Joke. I Just Started Talking To The Audience, And When The Drunks Would Yell, "hey, When Do The Broads Come On?" I Got Good At Saying, "relax. Clear Your Skin Up First." They Called Me "the Insult Guy," But It's Never Mean-spirited. I'm Just Exaggerating Everything About Us And About Life.