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

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.

Whatever your hands find to do, you must do with all your heart.

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.

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

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

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