 Hey, I want to ask you, doesn't Washington ever go home anymore? Every place I go, all I see are signs, George Washington slept here. Even last night at that fleabag hotel in Boston, George Washington slept here. How he ever got that horse up on the seventh floor, I don't know. Now, here's a little lady to sing a song for you. She's a real patriot. I ought to know. At three o'clock this morning in my room, she declared her independence. I know.