There will be other words some other day; that is the story of my life.
Your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation.
What if she figures out you're not very smart?
If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.
I took a fresh pack of Luckies, a mint called Sen-Sen, my old man's Trojans.
Though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right.