God bless the potholes on Memory Lane.

Cleveland, city of light! City of magic!

I seen her with the milkman, riding down the street. When you're through with my baby, milkman, send her home to me.

It takes a whole lot of medicine for me to pretend I am somebody else.

Things aren't black and white in the world.

I like the performing. And interviews, even. And the stuff that's not sitting in a room by yourself with empty paper. But I never loved writing, to tell you the truth.

The best of my songs are more than just a joke. There's something else going on - a character, or it's not just a plain joke.