When I reach into my pocket. That's where I lose control, yeah. There's a panther in my tree now. And as you heard roar. . Get out of my life. Get out my girlfriend.
Naked Man, Naked Man. Passing through Naked Land. Naked Man, Naked Man. In the sand, where is your hand?. Naked Man, Naked Man. Please go back to Naked Land.
She played for the Angels, I played for the Tribe. The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded. There was big money on the line. Big money all the time, yeah.
Here in Monday seems like Friday. Happened just the other day. Tuesday faked for Friday morning. Then it started up again. . What would I do Monday's through.