It May Look Like I'm

Wiggle 'til You're High, Wiggle 'til You're Higher, Wiggle 'til You Vomit Fire.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?