I see myself on TV
I’m a faker
A paper clown
It’s clear to all my friends that I habitually lie
I just bring them down
I’m the very model of a modern major general.
Who on earth do you think you are?
A superstar?
Well how right you are!!!
I come and stand at every door.
I’m NOT cute! I am a huge and scary hunting machine!
Not a wake or a weddin’ for 5 miles a round me-self in the corner is not sure to be found.
I’m a jhack of all trades and a master of none.
I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch
Oh the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
`cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move
The things that I do
I am really something; that’s what you’d probably say. So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink while I dance the night away. I’m a dancin’ fool.
I am Joe’s liver.
Well, I was drinking last night with a biker,
And I showed him a picture of you.
I’m not a doctor, but I play one on TV.
I am one single insignificant dust mote in Og’s Eye. 
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all
Lou Cipher
I am the terror that flaps in the night.
I am the pebble in the shoe of crime.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I’m a poet (I’m a picker)
I’m a prophet (I’m a pusher)
I’m a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when I’m stoned.
I’m a walking contradiction
Partly truth and partly fiction.
Taking every wrong direction on that lonely way back hom
(With apologies to Kristopherson)
Who in the hell do you think you are?
Telling me what to do
Who in the hell do you think you are?
I’m old enough to take care of myself
And big enough to take care of you.
I’m going to grow my hair down to my knees
I’m coming home if and when I please
No more uniforms and boots
Gonna go put on my jeans
You’re just my mom and dad
You ain’t the king and queen