I'd send you a rain god of painted balsa wood.

It's only regular, it won't matter none.

I'd rather a real god, who pushes buttons well.

I'd rather run it like a Corleone.

I'd run it well.

When in hell, when in hell do as the hellions do.

I think that I can learn I wouldn't bet my life.

I think that I can learn but don't hold your breath.

I think that I can learn if I try real hard.

I think that I can learn, what a wierd idea.

Always in trouble for taking hand-outs and patting Jesus on his jelly roll.

Now the