We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In

I Hate To Mention Age, But I Come From An Era When We Weren't Consumed By Technology And Television.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.

Some People Think There's A Woman To Blame, But I Know - It's My Own Damn Fault

Gluttony, Do Not Eat Thy Neighbor's Wife's Popcorn.

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!