I said, "Aw, man, wait a minute: there's got to be something wrong.
I ain't a bad guy, I just write these little songs.
I always pay my union dues, I don't stay in the passing lane--"
And he said, "What about all that whiskey and cocaine?"
I said, "Well, yeah, but that's no reason to throw me in Hell!
I didn't use the cocaine to get high, I just liked the way it smelled."