I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love, and I have to use the self service pump.

No Joni Mitchell 8 track tapes in my car.

Take down those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine.

I like to think that I've gotten better at what I do. I spend more time and pay more attention to detail album after album. But pretty much it's stayed the same.

I do original songs in the style of other artists, where I try to learn all their musical idiosyncrasies and try to do something that sounds like them and yet is a bit more sick and twisted.

He put Ben Gay inside my jock strap and filled my tooth paste tube up with glue.

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.