Drive-in, You Guzzle Gin, Commit A Little

The Cheating Was Sweet, But My Heart Is Beat. Don't Tear It Apart, Please By-pass This Heart.

It Was Too Much Tequila, Or Not Quite Enough.

You Better Lava Me Now Or Lava Me Not.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.