There are people in your life who've come and gone, they let you down and hurt your pride. Better put it all behind you, life goes on, you keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside.

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

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 don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.

Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.