It Was A Pretty Good Year For

The More I Know, The Less I Understand

If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have To Worry Anymore.

I Said, Baby, Do You Have No Shame? She Just Looked At Me, Uncomprehendingly, Like Cows At A Passing Train.

I'm Always Jotting Things Down On Pieces Of Paper. I've Got Pieces Of Paper All Over My House.

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.