We are the people our parents warned us about.
They send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge, but all you want to do is learn how to score.
Lights are glowing in the palm trees.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.
Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies.
Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.