Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.
What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
Be good, and you will be lonesome, be lonesome and you will be free. Live a lie and you will live to regret it, that's what living is to me.
I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.