The Only Way I'm Going

It's A Fickle Town, A Tough Town. They Getcha, Boy. They Don't Let You Escape With Minor Scratches And Bruises. They Put Scars On You Here.

Sometimes I Underestimate The Magnitude Of Me.

I Don't Mind Getting Beaten, But I Hate To Lose.

The Way Things Are Going The Faces On Next Year's Bubble-gum Cards Will Be Lawyers.

Blind People Come To The Park Just To Hear Him Pitch.