Sixty eyes, sixty arms, thirty mouths, gobbling and gurgling, spitting out slurs, slags, and gallons of sloshes with fevered slurps, gulps and gags. And stuffed holes, with falling teeth like portcullises dropping. Sneers, and leers from queers, not of the gay type. Thrusts, and waves, but not gay in manner, and not of the gay meaning. Semaphore orders coming over the bar from those going down. Chopped liver from those irascible Bloody Mary Drinkers, the color of hepatitis. Too much peeper in the drink. Too much horseradish - I sentence you to be trampled under the hooves of a million crazy horses. And put the Osmonds on the juke box, #6413, no band has ever reached such great heights.