I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

I Could Have Played More Complex Stuff. I Could Have Been A Busier Player. But That's Not What I Wanted To Do. I Played What I Wanted To Play.

Insect Politics, Indifferent Universe. Bang Your Head Against The Wall, But Apathy Is Worse.

Cause A Man With A Briefcase Can Steal More Money Than Any Man With A Gun.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.