Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.
At 57, to have a No. 1 album, I wasn't expecting it.
I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I piss it away so fast.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
And there's that one particular harbor Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within...