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6 Lash yourself to the bastion of a bridge and listen while the black cataracts of people go by, baggage, bundles, balloons, listen while they jazz the classics: " Since when did you kiss yourself in And who do you think you are? Come across, kick in, loosen up. Where do you get that chatter? " " Beat up the short change artists. They never did nothin' for you. How do you get that way? Tell me and I'll tell the world. I'll say so, I'll say it is." "You're trying to crab my act. You poor fish, you mackerel, You ain't got the sense God Gave an oyster — it's raining — What you want is an umbrella." "Hush baby— I don't know a thing. I don't know a thing. Hush baby." "Hush baby, It ain't how old you are,