I'm tired of screwing up. I'm tired of being down. I'm tired of myself. I'm tired of bein' down.

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

What I've learned about marriage: You need to have each other's back; you have to be a kind of team going through life.

If you look around at America, that's one of its biggest problems is you have corporations that can never be pleased at a profit.