The circus played our town one day. Two bengal tigers got away. The manager looks straight at me and says:

Somebody's got to get them cats. Somebody's got to go. The man who catches them cats and brings them back to me alive a real hero is gonna be. Well that's a wonderful chance for somebody. It's got to be somebody else not me.


Two ivory bones with ebony dots oft times leads to cemetery plots.
Game last night brought on a fight which finished up with pistol shots.

A brother on the floor lay dead while through the transom somebody said:
Somebody's got to stay behind, somebody must remain. Then, when the police officers arrive they c'n explain how it is our brother ain't alive.

Well that's a wonderful chance for somebody. It's got to be somebody else not me.