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.
Indecision may or may not be my problem.
I slowly surrender to the child in me who can't say goodbye.
There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.
Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.
Yeah. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't fun... We're showing people how, in a pretty crazy and whacked-out, dangerous world, you can still have fun.