You get my goat; i'll slit your throat

I'll cut your head off while i'm at it



We've got a date so don't be late; i don't think eight is all that early



You're never ready, you're never ready

We're going steady, so what's your problem?



I'll give you something to cry about!



I could care less about how you dress

Just bring plenty of money let's make the scene before things get mean

And, baby, don't call me honey



You're never ready...



I'll give you something to cry about!