Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

You got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
E-lim-i-nate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative.
Don't mess with mister inbetween.

Don't mess with my Phil.

Don't let the man bring you down.

'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.

Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.

With a malicious man carry on no conflict, and do not molest him in any way whatever.

Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.

Don't remind your colleagues that you are young,

Therefore, while thou hast me for schoolmaster,
Thou shalt not kick against the pricks.

...I simply don’t want the poems mixed up with my life or opinions or picture or any other regrettable concomitants. I look like a bear and live in a cave; but you should worry.

We don't dance with leprechauns at the Palace of Wisdom.

Never heckle Joshua Michael Homme III.

Don't get any big ideas,
They're not gonna happen.