Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.

My Occupational Hazard Is My Occupation's Just Not Around.

Don't Try To Describe The Ocean If You've Never Seen It.

Live A Lie, And You Will Live To Regret It; That's What Livin' Is To Me.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.