To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.
Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.
Fortune smiles on some, and lets the others go free.