Every time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong, so I'll have to say I love you in a song.

Tried to find me an executive position, but no matter how smooth I talked they wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius.

They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was genius.

My only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend, never really was a friend at all. I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less. Lost my ideas in that long tunnel of time. And I've turned inside out and around about and back and then found myself right back where I started again

After all, it’s what we’ve done that makes us what we are.

I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well. I only wish my words could just convince myself that it just wasn't real. But that's not the way it feels.

He's bad, bad Leroy Brown, baddest dude in the whole damn town, badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junk yard dog.