I Created Evel Knievel, And Then He

I Am A Lucky, Lucky Person.

Bones Heal, Pain Is Temporary, And Chicks Dig Scars

I Guess I'm Like Any Other Concerned Father, Except That Nobody Else's Son Guns A Cycle Over 17 Pickups Without Holding On To The Handlebars.

I Created Evel Knievel, And Then He Sort Of Got Away From Me.

I Went Through Life Big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.