And there's that one particular harbor Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within...

Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.

Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew. Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw?

Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts.

With you, I would walk anywhere

I don't get tired of playing "Margaritaville". It's paid my bills for years.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all going to go insane.