Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.

Whatever your hands find to do, you must do with all your heart.

Some folks they take to living fast while some prefer a slow death.

I am the student who picks his nose, so come over here and take off your clothes.

It's a whole package, singer/songwriter. I like writing but I like performing just as much.

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk, he wore a neck tie.

My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?

Motorboat to heaven, baby's got the key. Tell me, how am I supposed to get in close back here on these water skis?

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier, he's gonna check us all on out of here. Up to that mansion on a hill, where you can get your prescription filled.

I see you over there, just clinging to the wall. Because they told you like ivy you were bound to crawl. But you kept looking up, girl, and I know why. You knew someday you were gonna touch the sky.

I'd always wanted to make a record with Jim Dickinson, and I'd known about his boys for years, ... He reminded me that when they were 13 or 14 years old they had a punk rock band and I'd called him and wanted to make a record with them then.

[But] they can't kill music. God knows, they've tried. But music always wins. As long as there's kids coming up that have a passion. All the bean counters in the world can't kill that. You know? You just can't. They can try, of course, to feed you the most puerile, benign horse manure, but some kid's going to come along and demand something more than that.

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