The Only Thing I'm Allergic To Is

Many Of The Critics Have Kids Of Their Own. It Scares The Hell Out Of Them To Think That Their Kids Could Be Anything Remotely Like David Lee Roth.

They Make This Drink In Brazil Called Cachaca. It's Sugar Can Alcholho. Costs 35 Cents A Quart. One Quart Of That Stuff And You See God. Two Quarts And You Graow A Pair Of Tight Pants And An Electric Guitar.

If You Subtracted All Of The Great Artists Who Never Drank, Who Never Went To Excess, You Wouldn't Have Any More Art Left. What Kind Of Poem Are You Gonna Get Out Of A Glass Of Iced Tea?

Of Course Building A Kitchen Makes All The Symmetric Sense In The World Because Everybody's Burning Calories At 120 Beats A Minute. You Could Even Register It On A Graph At The Dj Booth. "how Fast Are They Burning Calories, Sir?" "126 A Minute." "are You Sure?" "oh, I'm Very Sure." You Can Meter That Out.

I Grew Up On Radio, Not Tv.