I'm Eighteen And I Like It.

They Say That Golf Isn't A Contact Sport. Not The Way That We Play It

If I Spray It On The Seat, Lady Gonna Tie A Big Knot In The Meat.

You Ain't No Hepburn And I Ain't No Fonda, But If You Were Drowning In Golden Ponda, Mouth To Mouth I'd Resuscitate You.

Do You Feel Your Best When Your Strung Out On Your Morphine And Meth?

The Boy's Got Problems, The Boy's Got Stress, The Boy's Got A .38 Hidden In His Desk.