Classic Poem

Folks say we got no morals — that they all fell in the soup;
And no conscience — so the would-be goodies say.
And perhaps our good intentions did just up and flew the coop,
While we stood around and watched 'em fade away.

But there's one thing that we're lovin' more than money, grub, or booze,
Or even decent folks what speaks us fair,
And that's the grand old privilege to chuck our luck and choose
Any road at any time for anywhere.