I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks.
Therapy is extremely expensive. Popping bubble wrap is radically cheap.
Never did I think that I became family entertainment.
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.
Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.