No matter how much Elsid Barrett cries, I'm not shipping on the Antelope.

Screw the grand city hall in New York! Let them get their own bricks and such truck!

I'm not marching anywhere with Arthur St. Clair.

Red-haired girls can go the Dingle Fair with someone else.

If I'm named Annie, I'm staying in tonight and not leaving my own pretty garret. And frankly, I'd rather have a parrot than a man.