Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

Is It Ignorance Or Apathy, I Forget The Lessons Taught To Me.

Moderation Is The Key So I Work Certain Amout Of Time And Then I Take A Certain Amount Of Time Off.

Being Rich And Famous Seems To Have Its Ups And Downs. That's The Price You Pay For Being Troubadours And Clowns.

I Was Hungry And Went Out For A Bite, Ran Into A Chum With A Bottle Of Rum And We Wound Up Drinking All Night.