You're jeans are full of crap. You're full of beans, you're in you teens. You've lost your mama's road map.
As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy.
Whatever gets you through the night
Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.
I'll probably be popped off by some loony.