I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed

I Work My Back 'til It's Racked With Pain, The Boss Can't Even Recall My Name.

I Was A Runner, A Failed Quarterback, Third-string Quarterback, But In Track I Was A 2-miler.

Tell Them We'll Be Dancing, Dancing 'til We Drop, It's Time To Get Down And Do The Horizontal Bop.

I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed Gt Convertible.

He Spent All Night Staring Down At The Lights On L.a., Wondering If He Ever Could Go Home.