Just Be Yourself Man, Be

They Call Me Superman, I'm Here To Rescue You.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

I Pray That God Answers, Maybe I'll Ask Nicer

I'm Very Much A Creature Of Habit.

If You Could Count The Skeletons In My Closet, Under My Bed And Up Under My Faucet, Then You Would Know I've Completely Lost It. Is He Nuts? No He's Insane!