My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

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.

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.

The land of opportunity spawned a whole new breed of men without souls.

I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

I'm not easy to live with and I know that it's true. However, you're no picnic either, babe, and that's one of the things I liked about you.