I got a PBS mind in an MTV world.
The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.
This imitation Elvis may not be the king, but baby I'm the next best thing.
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.
It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.
When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you offyou just wait in the shade until they come around again.