I'm Not Really Book-smart.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

See It's Easy As Cake, Simple As Whistling Dixie While I'm Waving The Pistol At Sixty Christians Against Me Go To War With The Mormons, Take A Bath With The Catholics In Holy Water, No Wonder They Tried To Hold Me Under Longer.

My Thing Is This; If I'm Sick Enough To Think It, Then I'm Sick Enough To Say It.

I Don't Know If I Ever Feel Totally Great About A Record When I Put It Out. With Every Record That I Put Out, Someone Has Literally Got To Come Pry It From Me Because When I Listen To My Own Music, I Just Hear Flaws In It.

I Try To Keep It Positive And Play It Cool, Shoot Up The Playground And Tell The Kids To Stay In School.