Conceit Is Thinking You're Great;

I Wrapped A Towel Around Me And I Opened The Door, And Then I Splish, Splash, I Jumped Back In The Bath. Well, How Was I To Know There Was A Party Going On?

Everybody Thinks I'm At Death's Door, But I'm Not. There's Nothing Seriously Wrong With Me, And My Heart Is In 100 Percent Working Order. Anything Else You May Hear Is A Damn Lie!

My Family Comes First. Maybe That's What Makes Me Different From Other Guys.

Maybe I Should Quit The Business. There's No One Left For Me To Love. Mama's Dead. Mr. Burns Couldn't Care Less About Me. What's Left?

It Was As Though All My Hostilities, Anxieties, And Conflicts Were In One Ball That Was Flying Away Into Space, Farther From Me All The Time, Leaving Me Content With Myself