Drinking Really Cold Beer Is

I Wouldn't Say I Was Sexy! But I Guess That's Fine If That's What They Say. I Like That In Concert. That's Neat.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.

Oh, No, I Think I'd Die On My Own. I'd Be So Lonely. Even At Home, I'm Lonely. I Sit In My Room And Sometimes Cry. It Is So Hard To Make Friends, And There Are Some Things You Can't Talk To Your Parents Or Family About. I Sometimes Walk Around The Neighborhood At Night, Just Hoping To Find Someone To Talk To. But I Just End Up Coming Home.

I Believe In Doing Better Work. Just Like The Old Saying, 'you Don't Get Older, You Get Better'.

Tell The Angels No, I Don’t Wanna Leave My Baby Alone I Don’t Want Nobody Else To Hold You That’s A Chance I’ll Take Baby I’ll Stay, Heaven Can Wait No, If The Angels Took Me From This Earth I Would Tell Them Bring Me Back To Her It’s A Chance I’ll Take, Maybe I’ll Stay Heaven Can Wait