Folks! Listen Jack, here's the deal. We were literally in exile, in Babylon, and I'm not joking. That was a long time ago, and my father used to say, "We were sittin' by the rivers of Babylon, cryin' and singin' our sorrows away." It wasn't so much fun, I tell you what. We were all pretty broken up about it. We wished we could've taken our harps with us, but that was not gonna happen. We were so far from home, and all we wanted to do was sing our songs.

But then, what was that? We got so angry, we said, "If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning." We were so mad we said, "If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth." See here, Jack, no malarkey. We were serious. We said, "If I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy." C'mon, man! We were so mad we wanted to take our enemies and their babies and dash them against the rocks. But, excuse me, that's not what happened. We just kept singing our songs and remembering our home.