Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.

Some folks they take to living fast while some prefer a slow death.

I am the student who picks his nose, so come over here and take off your clothes.

My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk, he wore a neck tie.