Excess Is Part Of My Nature. Dullness

You Either Have The Magic Or You Don't. There's No Way You Can Work Up To It.

If I Didn't Do This Well, I Just Wouldn't Have Anything To Do... I Can't Cook, And I'd Be A Terrible Housewife.

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... I Was Never Too Keen On The British Music Press. They've Called Us A Supermarket Hype, And They Used To Suggest That We Didn't Write Our Own Songs.

In The Early Days, We Just Wore Black Onstage. Very Bold, My Dear. Then We Introduced White, For Variety, And It Simply Grew And Grew.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.