Well, now, I just might be the hardest working man in show business. I might not. It could be that I'm the laziest s.o.b. on the planet since Stepin Fetchit retired his lovable, scandalous character from the big screen.
Maybe I'm always working on that play. Maybe not. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm sitting' around doing nothing or I'm doing research for my next record. Who cares? What's the difference?
This rock'n'roll life's for me. Pirates had to dig, plunder and pillage. I would like a parrot on my shoulder, though, I have to say. I'd kinda' like to toss back a grog or two with one of those wenches in low cut dresses, too.
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