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You try to gimme your money You better save it, babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burnin' desire Let me stand next to your fire

Italian sausage with sauteed peppers and onions on a hard roll. Delizioso!

He should have held out for a better girlfriend.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before. Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more. Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few: Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

I believe he's exhibiting symptoms of a condition known as "empathy."

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright, we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean guitar He always ate in the Steak Bar He loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the machine

And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply" So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do" So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!

Almost cut my hair Happened just the other day It's gettin' kind of long I could've said it was in my way But I didn't and I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly And I feel like I owe it to someone

Spent my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. Made up my mind to make a new start Going To California with an aching in my heart.

Suzy is an artist, she paints quite a lot An artist she may be but a genius she is not She says she wants to be a sociologist But she better first get checked by a neurologist Suzy , Suzy , Suzy , Suzy Suzy , Suzy Greenberg

That's not a go-to, it's a bring to. ? The smart-ass response you're looking for is, "Reservations," as in, "What's my sister's favorite thing to make for dinner?"

Stir fry: - whatever kind of meat we have on hand - whatever kind of veggies we have on hand - whatever seasonings go with the meat and veggies - rice on the side if I have time, couscous if not Alternative: substitute tortillas for the rice or couscous and make fajitas. (I'm an improv kind of cook.)

There are men high up there fishing Haven't seen quite enough of the world Ooh, I ain't seen a sign of my heroes And I'm still diving down for pearls Let me flow into the ocean Let me get back to the sea Let me be stormy and let me be calm Let the tide in, and set me free

I've been around the world I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got What my lady she's got She's stealin' the spotlight Knocks me off my feet She's enough to start a landslide Just a walkin' down the street Wearing dresses so tight And looking dynamite Enough to blow me out No doubt about it can't live without it The girl's got rhythm (girl's got rhythm) The girl's got rhythm (girl's got rhythm) She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm) The girl's got rhythm

"If Shady is hot in the Super Bowl, keep feeding him the ball."

I met her on Monday, was my lucky bun day You know what I mean. I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day You know what I mean. My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game's waiting there inside her tights. Big bottom Big bottom Talk about mud flaps My gal's got 'em. Big bottom Drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?

They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so bad The eagle flies on Friday Saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on Friday Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, yeah Gonna kneel down and pray

It's safe to say he's played against one or two ...

Churchill stole that line from a WC Fields movie. https://richardlangworth.com/drunk-ugly-braddock https://winstonchurchill.org/publications/churchill-bulletin/bulletin-031-jan-2011/drunk-and-ugly-the-rumor-mill/ https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/illustrious-history-misquoting-winston-churchill-180953634/

Monday morning you sure look fine Friday I got travelin' on my mind First you love me and then you fade away I can't go on believin' this way I got nothing but love for you Tell me what you really want to do First you love me, then you get on down the line But I don't mind, I don't mind, yeah I'll be there if you want me to No one else that could ever do Got to get some peace in my mind

(^ Challenge accepted. ^ ?) Seems I got to have a change of scene 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it could have been Left here on my own or so it seems I got to leave before I start to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright

Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tires And everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star

Well I ain't often right but I've never been wrong It seldom turns out the way it does in the song Once in a while, you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Seems to me You don't want to talk about it Seems to me You just turn your pretty head and walk away