I'm growing older, but not up.
Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.
The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.
I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.
If I couldn't laugh, I just would go insane. If we couldn't laugh, we just would go insane. If we weren't all crazy, we would go insane.
The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.