I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end, and you'll never hear surf music again.

Life is Quicker Than a Blink of an Eye

Now if I don't meet you no more in this world, then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one, and don't be late, don't be late, cause I'm a voodoo chile.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.