She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago. His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato.

Brown shoes don't make it.

I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?

When they dumped all these people out of the insane asylums they didn't all go sleep in the street. Some of them moved into suburbia, and started writing postcards to the FCC.

They tried to make me go to Catholic school, too. I lasted a very short time. When the penguin came after me with a ruler, I was out of there.

Mr. Gorbachev has apparently stumbled onto one of the best-kept secrets in recent Soviet history: Communism doesn't work.

Nobody gives a crap if we're great musicians.