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Me, whenever someone ends an argument with, "... and I turned out okay."

Thirty two teeth in a jawbone Alabama cryin' for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway, getaway Alabama getaway, getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave And walk away

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud. I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I had a similar thought when Beane said something about a running back who could make you miss in a phone booth.

I haven't pumped the brakes since ABS was invented.

Work so hard I couldn't unwind Get some money saved Abuse my love a thousand times However hard I tried Heartbreaker, your time has come Can't take your evil way Go away heartbreaker

Down in Joe's Garage We didn't have no dope or LSD But a coupla quarts of beer Would fix it so the intonation Would not offend yer ear And the same old chords goin' over 'n' over Became a symphony We would play it again 'n' again 'n' again 'Cause it sounded good to me ONE MORE TIME!

Yeah, listening to Steve Howe on the sidelines could be pretty distracting.

It's the same for QBs warming up on the sideline. The reason is that they don't want to risk a freak accident like a broken finger - or this: Receivers get paid to catch, so let them practice catching while the QBs practice throwing.

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four-star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team

Well I'm a king bee Buzzing around your hive Well I'm a king bee, baby Buzzing around your hive Yeah I can make honey baby Let me come inside Well I'm a king bee Want you to be my queen Well I'm a king bee, baby Want you to be my queen Together we can make honey The world has never seen

I like to see you boogie Right across the floor I like to do it to you Till you holla for more I like to reggae But you dance too fast for me I'd like to make love to you So you can make me scream Boogie on reggae woman What is wrong with me Boogie on reggae woman Baby can't you see

I am just a new boy Stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Ooh, I need a dirty woman Ooh, I need a dirty girl

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in". Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me. The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game. I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same. Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The king is gone but he's not forgotten Is this the tale of Johnny Rotten? It's better to burn out than to fade away The king is gone but he's not forgotten

I wanna tell you how it's gonna be You're gonna give your love to me I wanna love you night and day You know my love will not fade away You know my love will not fade away Not fade away

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away She was lookin' for the home I hope she'll find Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine

Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the danger's not real Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well-trodden corridors into the valley of steel What a surprise The look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is no bad dream

We canceled DirecTV last year because of the cost. Bought a digital antenna for local stations and watch a lot of movies and TV shows on Amazon Prime. Got a Google Chromecast to send streaming video from the computer to the TV.

When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

Coming in from London, from over the pole Flyin' in a big airliner Chickens flyin' everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer? Comin' into Los Angeles Bringin' in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please, mister customs man