She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot.
Hey buddy, don't you be no square, if you can't find a partner use a wooden chair.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.
I don't think I'm bad for people. If I did think I was bad for people, I would go back to driving a truck, and I really mean this.
The army teaches boys to think like men.
Do the Clam, do the Clam, grab your barefoot baby by the hand.