Rave music sounds like an electronic disco version of '30s Universal monster movies.
Dad's going steady with a pig in the barn.
People from outer space they come up to me, they don't look like Doctor Spock, they don't look like Klingons, all that Star Trek jive. They look like Elvis.
She's vibrator dependent.
Me and Don Henley are fast acquaintances now, or something. He actually got on stage and sang with me.
National 21 drinking age, huh, what do you think about that? A bunch of malarkey, whatever malarkey is, man, it's a whole bunch of it.