You better get busy living, because dying's a pain in the ass.
For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.
The record shows, I took the blows . And did it my way.
When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.
You only go around once, but if you play your cards right, once is enough.
What is the point of singing wonderful lyrics if the audience can't understand what is being said or heard?