We are the people our parents warned us about.
The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.
I don't get tired of playing "Margaritaville". It's paid my bills for years.
Lights are glowing in the palm trees.
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot. When I asked if he was cold, he said just think hot.
I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then.