Gay As A Daffodil.

My Songs Are Like Bic Razors. For Fun, For Modern Consumption. You Listen To It, Like It, Discard It, Then On To The Next. Disposable Pop.

When I'm Dead, I Want To Be Remembered As A Musician Of Some Worth And Substance.

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.

It's A Beautiful Day, The Sun Is Shining, I Feel Good, And No One's Gonna Stop Me Now.

I Always Knew I Was A Star And Now, The Rest Of The World Seems To Agree With Me.