| The dipsomaniac kiss | |
| Searching for a comfortable zero | |
| I feel off the back of the wagon | |
| And eloped with a bottle of whiskey | |
| Six hits and amiss | |
| The dipsomaniac kiss | |
| The apple sure don't fall far from the tree | |
| I wrote the book and I'm history | |
| Pre-menstrual syndrome | |
| Man-o-war jellyfish | |
| Do not tailgate me, I drive defensively | |
| (I like to keep an equalizer in the glove compartment) | |
| I got a license to kill and an electric drill | |
| And now is the time that time stands still | |
| Well, I'm still standin', ain't I? ...just... | |
| You got eyes... so use 'em | |
| You got nails... so chew 'em | |
| You got brains... so show it | |
| You got feet, go play on the freeway | |
| Remember Pearl Harbour... you can never go home again | |
| Higher... higher | |
| I am height itself | |
| But you pay with pain, you pay in pain | |
| You pay with pain, you pay in spades | |
| You pay in pain, you pay in spades | |
| You pay with pain | |
| You can take that to the bank, brother | |
| Six hits and amiss | |
| The dipsomaniac kiss | |
| The roads are all closed | |
| The hangman's on time | |
| And the light at the end of the tunnel | |
| Is a freight train headed my way |