Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.
I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.
They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.
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.
I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.
These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.