I'm not exactly a guy who makes new friends easily.

I think to be successful you have to work really hard but you also have to have a little bit of luck.

I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

She's a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.

Take back your insurance, baby, nothing is guaranteed. Take back your acid rain, let your TV bleed.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.