Dear Diary Today was a fine day I got the music in my soul I'm writing songs and making records I feel my life is finally whole I can't wait to tell my
Every time I drink a beer It makes your lazy eye disappear Every time I do a shot I think you're hot, but I know you're not Oh, I'm just trying to drink
You watch me on your TV, say that my job is easy. Say I am not athletic, you think my sport's pathetic. But you can't judge me 'til you've walked a mile
Dear Diary Today was a grand day Took a bath, had a spot of tea Did the New York Times crossword puzzle Listened to a symphony I think I'll go for a leisurely
(Verse 1) I bought a gerbil at the petting zoo If Richard Geere can do it i can too I get undressed, I start to lube I stick the gerbil at the end of
Wanna have some quality time with my son So I brought him down to the fishin' hole Didn't like the feelin' of that worm in his hand Got mad, threw
Come, fair lady to my bed, we go, And verily sweet pleasure?s we shall know, Yet, where thy belly meets thy limb, I beseech thee give a trim, For thy
I call you from the car to say ill be there in a while A short plane ride and i will get to see your pretty smile Theres nothing on the radio- I fiddle
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak
Hand in hand we walk the city. Beneath the darkened skies. Stealing kisses in the shadows away from prying eyes. Hiding out from those we know. Secrets
mind It makes me want to cry When I look into her good eye I always wanted kids Is it wrong to hope for SIDS? Then the doctor calls me in Mr. Lynch she
and she disappeared That's one Here's two I love little Agnus Johnson I met her at the old folks home She'd call me up and say hey Stephen Come give
Everyone knows Jesus The guy who healed the lame. Well I am Jesus's brother Craig is my name. Jesus is the Prince of Peace. Jesus is the Lamb. Jesus
My story is so tiresome. (tiresome!) Back in France, I was rich as they come. (as they come!) But I lost all my wealth And my good mental health. Now
(Intro) I figured since I wrote a song about you know God and Jesus and all that I would have to give the opposition equal time. (Song) Ever since first
"ight"? Stephen: In my story he did. Friend: Wilbur was street in your story? Stephen: Yes Friend: Word Stephen: See, you can't stump me Friend: Slavery? Stephen
When I was a boy of 10, I had a special friend Ed was kind, with good intent But just a little different Oh, special Ed his Mama mama dropped him dropped
Alright. Hey, hey what do you say? I come from a place called the U.S. of A. Ho, ho what do you know? Hop in my car and let's go. Well this is a song