What are you looking at? As Greta Garbo said: I want to be alone.
Hey, leave me alone. I’m singing here . . .
I’m telling you she was the most beautiful heron I have ever set eyes on and I lost her number. So . . .
Do you believe that clown. He thinks he’s incognito with that get up?
Yes you can stare at me. Yes I am beautiful, and yes you cannot find the words. Let me help you.
I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me. I just hope she does.
Okay, bug, your time is up. Prepare to meet your maker.
Some days you just have to strut your stuff and let them all stare. It’s their jealousy not my vanity.
Here little fishie. Hey, I know but a gal’s gotta eat.
As my friend Kermit always sings: