I Don't Mean This Like It Sounds

I Can't Stand Up And Can't Sit Down

I'm Only Half As Fast As I Was Yesterday

The Tighter The Shirt The Better It Is

A Carrot And Stick Type Of Thing

I Have Already Got My Hands In The Pig Farm

Cut The Kid Some Slack

Cut The Kid Some Cake

There Was Nothing To Feel, Nothing To Hold

Nasty Habits Rule This Place

And Of Course The Walk Of Shame

It's Something That You May Or May Not Understand.

All Out At Once Clean And Compact

Flipping Through The Stations

I Heard Some Rapper Once Say There's A Message In Everything

It's Just Like Liquor Stores, Mailboxes And Pay Phones

Whenever You Need Them They Are Impossible To Find.