 I don't mean to be telling tales out of school, but there's a fella in there who'll pay you $10 if you sing into his can. I'm not here to make a record, you dumb cracker. They broadcast me out on the radio. Joey Clark. Well, well, well, well, well. Ha-ha. Don't gloat. Wait, I'm on the air now. That's my internal monologue, though. Do not gloat. Do not celebrate. We sold the abuse of an old man last night.