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That's where we got our camels for the Algiers expedition. Unfortunately, the camels expectorated when we least expect(orat)ed it, and we traded them in for Lucky Strikes. Then it hit me! Those weren't camels! They were cigarettes! And the race was on...
Ciggereeetes 'n' whusky, n' wild, wild wimmin...
Faster horses, younger wimmin, older whusky, and more money!
Send lawyers, gunz(tm), n' money, paw, come git me outta here!
Hear hear! For he's a jolly good fellow... and he's buying the next round!
And that's how I lost all the money you gave me for singing lesson, maw.
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