I arm myself with punch lines and a big old water gun.

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.

Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.

It's my job to be better than the rest, and that's enough reason to go for me. It's my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

We're weird roman candles burning bright at both ends. At the end of the road's where this story begins. Where the green of the gulf meets the blue of the sea. What makes it all happen is still a mystery to me. But those crazy days and those crazy ways, we never want to undo. We'll be together, now and forever.

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.