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

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

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.

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.

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier, he's gonna check us all on out of here. Up to that mansion on a hill, where you can get your prescription filled.

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

Motorboat to heaven, baby's got the key. Tell me, how am I supposed to get in close back here on these water skis?