Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, constantly in the darkness, Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.

Bob [Dylan] is not authentic at all. He's a plagiarist, and his name and voice are fake. Everything about Bob is a deception. We are like night and day, he and I.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone