I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don’tcha know.
Well, We Don’t Need Another Hero.
I learned you put the lime in the coconut and drink them both up.
Having a lonely heart is much better than having a broken heart.
I tried that. Yuck! Damn gorillas.
Still, hard to believe that he was concerned where the rocket went up, but not where it came down. It certainly WAS his department, that Werner von Braun.
Roger Miller taught me that I can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd. (Not that I was about to try it though.)
I never learned to roller skate. I always wanted to, especially at family gatherings.
(Well, now that I’ve given away my last name, I just want to say: “Yes. I was waiting for this one.”)
I learned Oz never gave nothin’ to the Tin Man that he didn’t, didn’t already have.
Jump off a cliff…Cliff
He’s never gonna give me up, never gonna let me down…that poor man must be head over heels. And I’ve never even met him!
Fake your own death, Seth.
I found that playing games with all the boys till way after dark, in Cherry Hill Park, has led me to a grand new life with A Man With Money! Who SAYS being a screwed up 'ho isn’t a great career move?
Thank you, I mean Fuck you for confirming my suspicion that reading these lyrics will cause as much pain to my eyes as hearing them causes pain to my ears!
I’ve learned: You’ve got to start from the start
Only time will tell if we stand the test of time
The Night time is the Right time
I learned that if dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music is the only kind of you’ll ever understand—you’ll never make a wife for a home lovin’ man.
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd.
I learned that you can’t get no satisfaction.
His sage advice was even better then that, it was “Don’t mess with people strange to you, even if you do have a two piece, custom made, pool cue.”
However, Jim Croce has no stupid songs. :mad: