“Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.”

“Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.”

“Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since youtore me apart”

“Well you say that it's gospel,But I know that it's only church.”

“I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.”

“Now its raining its pouringthe old man is snoringnow I lay me down to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetall my dreams are made of chromeI have no way to get back homeI’d rather die before I wakelike Marilyn Monroeand throw my dreams out inthe street and therain make ‘em grow”

“You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleepWhen the devil leaves the porch light on?”