I like wherever I am. That's my big secret.
It's hard to find a girl with a heart of gold, when you're living in a four letter world.
Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.
When I was young, times were hard. When I got older it was worse.
And if California slides into the ocean, as the mystics and statistics say it will, I predict this hotel will be standing until I've paid my bill.
I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.