Blood on the floor of some posh restaurant, deep down I'm sure this is what you want

Throw her away and get a new one

All those Big Mac wrappers dancing down the street dance better than I do

See her tap her foot to nothin' but your heavy breathing, she's the greatest show on earth and I ain't never leaving

Twist all night, twist all day, twist the night away

Your call is very important to us. Please hold.

You know the records that I got in June don't sound good no more

They're cool and they know it, don't drool or you'll blow it

The Nice Guys cannot and the Nice Guys shall not, the Nice Guys will not win

Do I qualify as 'dearly departed'? Or am I 'that sucker in the sky'?

Do they sleep by day and live by night? If you get too close, will they bite?

Reaction, elation, joy

In a movie, a life can be summed up in a word, it's a useful dramatic device

The kind of day when music means Chopin and love is shown by holding hands

He came home and instead of hearing the usual drums and bass, he heard violins

You have earned the right to be a dick

It's your patriotic duty to look as good as you can It's your patriotic duty to dance with me

Your call is very important to us. Please hold.

I feel like a dog that's been kicked out into the street. I know that dogs can't drive cars, but that's about the only difference between us now

All you need are balls

The olfactory sense is the sense that most strongly evokes memories of the past. Well, screw the past.

We were the ones who they voted most likely to fail

Like it or not, I got girls on the brain

In the search for a justified balance between the wealth that I have now and the wealth that they all want to have

When do I get to sing 'My Way', when do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

You know it's not right, for she has holy water running through her veins

The South will rise again they're saying, but frankly, I don't give a damn

I remember when I needed you several billion years ago, if you'll hang on just a trifle more, I might need you once again

For months, for years, tits were once a source of fun and games at home

The kind of day when music means Chopin and love is shown by holding hands

I just shaved my nose off, oh well

When do I get to sing 'My Way', when do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

Photoshop me out of your life

I like clubs and I like girls, I like music and that's it

No use in our pretending we don't know what we know, we know a lot of things

The South will rise again they're saying, but frankly, I don't give a damn

I'm much more than this, more than a sex machine

I see you crying but I'm not buying your Meryl Streep mimicry

She smiles at me sometimes, but not in the way that I would hope she would

We're in the weekend, don't blow it, oh no don't blow that two day pass

You got a cigar, here's a couple more because the offspring are springing through swinging doors

The kind of day when music means Chopin and love is shown by holding hands

Never turn your back on Mother Earth

Gonna hang myself from my family tree

Young girls haven't seen the whole night, they will hold you, though it might not be tight

Let the monkey drive, it is only fair. It's the monkey's car and he hates to share

You're the only girl I ever met who hates 'Hey Jude'

Wonder girl, do me right at this ungodly hour

In the search for a justified balance between the wealth that I have now and the wealth that they all want to have

There's a goldmine in what you do, but of course you know that