I'm watching the charts every week and hoping something will pop into my head.

I do a lot of different things, sometimes at the same time, and it's very difficult to figure out where I fit.

Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

Midget wrestling on channel 3, it costs me 50 bucks a month.

In the '80s, I was the only game in town, I was the only one getting that kind of exposure in any rotation on MTV. Now with internet culture it seems like everyone is doing music parodies. And they're not all good!

You got me stranded on the bungee tower of love.