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

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

The kid I was when I first left home Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own But the freedom that he found wasn't quite as sweet When the truth was known I have prayed for America I was made for America I can't let go till she comes around Until the land of the free Is awake and can see And until her conscience has been found.

But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere, suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.