Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.

Life Was Just A Tire Swing. 'jambalaya' Was The Only Song I Could Sing. Blackberry Pickin', Eatin' Fried Chicken, And I Never Knew A Thing About Pain. Life Was Just A Tire Swing.

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!

We're Wanted Men, We'll Strike Again, But First Let's Have A Beer.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

It's Those Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes Nothing Remains Quite The Same. With All Of Our Running And All Of Our Cunning, If We Couldn't Laugh, We Would All Go Insane.