In my mind I'm going to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine, to hit me from behind, and I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind.

Synchronized with the rising moon Even with the evening star They were true love written in stone They were never alone, they were never that far apart

Do me wrong, do me right, tell me lies, but hold me tight.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there, 'cause you've got a friend.

I collect hats. That's what you do when you're bald.

When I cleaned up some 17 odd years ago, I felt terrible for about six months. The only thing that gave me any real relief was strenuous physical activity.

Within my heart is carved a sculpture of your love.