Tom Waits, Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis.
I figured there was some deja vu goin on:
https://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/archive/index.php/t-839241.html
https://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/archive/index.php/t-701668.html
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoooo-oona
I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
The best things in life are free
But you can give them to the birds and bees
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
Yeah, not a whole lot of truly distinctive offerings from this band, surprisingly. Oh well. (even those ones are about 7-out-of-10’s!)
Half a bee, philosophically
Must, ipso facto, half not be
But half the bee has got to be
A vis-a-vis its entity, you see?
*It’s getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes *
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses (Sabbath)
Didn’t I make you feel
Like you were the only man? (Janis) (also - just the way it’s sung)
I coulda sworn her hair was made of rayon
When in your dreams you can see yourself as a prophet
Bow tie daddy don’t you blow your top, everything’s under control
I ate a hotdog, it tasted real good
FZ
Tom Waits, “Eyeball Kid”:
Hell, you could almost just pick a Tom Waits song at random.
“A Soldier’s Things”:
That one is like a punch to the heart.
More Zappa:
I don’t know much about dancin’
That’s why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
And both my feet’s too long
Mister America
Walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America
Walk on by
The minds that won’t be reached
What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic’s all melted,
And so is the chrome?
From Drive-By Truckers
Your Daddy was Mad as Hell, Mad at you and me…
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long
Cigarettes…
We were bored, there was nothing going on…
If I make it through this year, I think I’m gonna put this bottle down…
By the time you were born there were four other siblings, With your Mama awaiting your Daddy in jail …
It was a straight shot, All it took was luck to not get caught…
Trapped in a truck with Jimmy, listening to his band, Jimmy’s out of place same as ashtrays and column shifts…
Two favs:
“I met her in a club down in old Soho”
and
"Come on. Oh, a storm is threat’ning. My very life today. If I don’t get some shelter. Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away. War, children, it’s just a shot away. "
Here come ol’ flat top,
He come groovin’ up slowly…
“Take This Job And Shove It”
- a song pretty much defined by its opening line.
“In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream.
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines.”
“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide…”
I don’t want a pickle; I just want to ride on my motorcicle.
You can get anything you want at Alice’s restaurant.
Another Pogues one:
“I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways”
CSN&Y:
“I almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day”
Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham,
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
ETA: I can’t quit you babe
So I’m gonna put you down for awhile
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
Just after I’d wiped away his last tear
-Prince Sometimes it Snow in April
I was a fiend, before I became a teen
-Eric B and Rakim Microphone Fiend
It’s the opening line to the song I linked to. It’s not great by itself, but should you be in the room when David utters it, things are about to get best.
You’ve only got one finger left
And it’s pointing at the door
(Beck, Lord Only Knows)
Honey don’t walk out, I’m too drunk to follow
You know you won’t feel this way tomorrow
–Rebels/Tom Petty
Been using it as my sig for several years now. 
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
or
Why do the nations so furiously rage together,
or
We like sheep
or…
Well, pretty much anything from Handel’s Messiah.
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
(Ode to Joy, Beethoven’s 9th)
I’m a fleabit peanut monkey
And all my friends are junkies
That’s not really true
“Monkey Man” - The Rolling Stones