And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

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.

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

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

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.

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.