Well, you can take all the tea in Chinee
Out it in a big, brown, paper-bag, for me.
Sail it right round the seven oceans
Dump it, smack-dab to the bottom of the deep blue sea
Because...
She's as sweet
as Tupelo honey.
You Can't Stop Us, On The Road To Freedom
There's nothing better than Van of a mornin'.
'Cept maybe mashed potatoes.