A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.
Come swish around my pretty punk And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill.