The wino and I know the pain of back bustin’.
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money.
I can’t fax you my love, I can’t email my heart.
My occupational hazard is my occupation’s just not around...
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.
If I don’t die by Thursday, I’ll be roaring Friday night.
We’re just recycled history machines, cavemen in faded blue jeans.
There will always be those who feel more comfortable not venturing from the warmth of the hearth, but there are those who prefer to look out the window and wonder what is beyond the horizon.
This imitation Elvis may not be the king, but baby I’m the next best thing.
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I’d dream about expensive cars.
Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.
It is an eternal truth in the political as well as the mystical body, that where one member suffers, all the members suffer with it.
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven’t a clue.
Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew. Honey, why don’t we get drunk and screw?
There’s damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.
You better lava me now or lava me not.
The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don’t tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.
Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we’re both beasts.
I’d like to be a jellyfish, ’cause jellyfish don’t pay rent.
I recommend that you try a little mental floss.