Pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip!
Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.
My occupational hazard is my occupation's just not around.
You better lava me now or lava me not.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.