Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

So I'll put on my bob marley tape And practice what I preach Get jah lost in the reggae mon As I walk along the beach

These old ballparks are like cathedrals in America. We don't have big old Gothic cathedrals like they do in Europe. But we got baseball parks.

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us.

Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.