My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.
In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.
We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.
I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.
Johnny can get down and Johnny can throw up, but Johnny can't read.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.