According to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think, I like to read.
I'm into freedom of speech, and freedom of choice.
I'm the kinda guy that likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side-order of gravy fries?"
I want high cholesterol!
I wanna eat bacon, and butter, and buckets of cheese, okay?!
I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section!
I wanna run naked through the street, with green Jell-O all over my body, reading Playboy magazine.
Why? Because I suddenly may feel the need to, okay, pal?