Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.
Lights are glowing in the palm trees.
I've got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.
[Writing] is edit, edit, edit. It's almost like getting a boat ready to go to sea. You've still got a countless number of things left to fix, but you've just got to go, "O.K., everybody get on the boat. We're going, ready or not."