Hair growing out every hole in me.

Weedly-weedly-wee, make a face, hold your guitar like it's your weenie, point it heavenward, and look like you're really doing something. Then, you get a big ovation while the smoke bombs go off, and the motorized lights in your truss twirl around.

Our big prize tonight is fifty American dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian protuberances.

There will never be a nuclear war; there's too much real estate involved.

The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.

Music is always a commentary on society.

You are what you is, you is what you am, you ain't what you're not. So see what you got?