So I had a couple of years of playing trumpet. I really enjoyed it, but it was not the kind of instrument you could whip out at a party. Let's face it.

Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand. Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

Don't confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.