What they say

They say ‘what’s up?’ Never say ‘what’s down?’ I guess they don’t want to know.

They say ‘all right’, no wonder we’ve had Thatcher, Reagan and Bush.

They say ‘fair enough’, as if it could be too fair.

They say ‘excuse my French’. Are we their slime?

They say ‘I can’t bear you’. That’s fine, I was born a long time ago.

They say ‘come again?’. I’d be happy to, but have got no more stamina.

They say ‘get a life!’. Where can I find one?

They say ‘make up your mind’, what with, lipstick and blusher?

I love what they say.