There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
My gigs are built on improvisation: I go out there and I'm like the Energizer bunny.
Open your eyes, I've got a big surprise, it will feel alright, I want to make your motor run.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.