Uncork the bottle / but shake it up real hard first.

I see your name out there, but I wonder why I still care.

So write the damn song, be done with the past.

Who is that girl? / Where’s she from, what’s she all about?

Now hey girl you’re getting married at last / No one can accuse you of moving too fast.

Instead of feeling railroaded, how about riding the train.

I’m running away from the past and I don’t want to know the future.

‘Cause there’s something in the night, a spirit in the night / Some kind of magic in the night, all through the night.

You better let that boy boogie-woogie, 'cuz it’s in him and it got to come out.

Messed up, mashed up, twisted, and gnarled.

Sometimes, the simplest adjectives are the best ones.

Can’t you see, oh can’t you see / That we’re living in a world of confusion.

Our life is in the garbage / Deep deep in the garbage.

Rock, rock, rock, rock.

Blessed art Thou, Shield of Abraham / The blues overtakes me, wherever I am.

Love is a game of skee ball, bay-bay.

Today’s Tom Sawyer, tomorrow’s Moishe Kapoyer, so help me Rush.

I have been liberated / Let the praise be sung and celebrated / I have been liberated / I am finally free.

All this change, and nothing's changed.

I like you a lot and I think I could love you / I got a feeling that you think that too.