 You've got to start off each day with a song. Or sing it, Jimmy boy. Even when things go wrong. Sing it for the hoi polloi. You feel better. You even look better. Ah, that music, it does something to me. I wish I knew what it was. Last night I was telling Umbriano about my latest concerto called Tony's Pushcart. He said, Tony's Pushcart? How does it go? I said, it doesn't go. You have to push it. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.