pretty fly for a white guy
in a gadda da vida baby
psycho,-somatic addict, insane
wasting away down in Margaritaville
cruising the seas for American gold. we'd fire no guns. shed no tears. now i am a broken man on a Halifax pier. the last of Barrett's Privateers
selling Peace but who's buying?
stomping his feet because he's happy and he knows it and he really wants to show it
a picker, a grinner, a lover and a sinner, play'n his music in the sun
tragically hip
doing the HUSTLE! doo du doo du doo du doo doo...
a well thought out twinkle
so sick from the drink I need home for a rest
bringing sexy back
bringing sexy back... to the store for a refund
rock n rolling all night long and partying every day
more human than human
tubthumping
bananas. B - A - N -A -N -A - S
elegantly wasted
dazed and confused for so long it's not true
afraid of Americans
so vain. He probably thinks this status is about him.