I like to write my lyrics on clay tablets.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door. I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor.

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

We'll have a kid or maybe we'll rent one. He's got to be straight, we don't want a bent one.

Mostly, I don't write overtly personal stuff.

I sit here in this chair, I pour myself some whiskey, and watch my troubles vanish into the air.