So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

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

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

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

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

For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving