You Get Religion As Your Hair Turns

It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.

Tell Me Where Are The Flashbacks They All Warned Us Would Come?

Shells Sink, Dreams Float. Life's Good On Our Boat.

Pickup's Washed And You Just Got Paid, With Any Luck At All You Might Even Get Laid.

There's A Little Bit Of Fruitcake Left In Everyone Of Us.