Jack — relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs. No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It’s a parallax — you dig? You move around The small gets big. It’s a rig. It’s action — reaction — random interaction. So who’s afraid of a little abstraction? Can’t get no satisfaction from the facts? You better run, homeboy — A fact’s a fact From Nome to Rome, boy. What’s the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot — take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got — what you’re holding. If the cards are cold, don’t go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That’s cold. Stop throwing stones — The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock, and roll the bones. Get busy!