I Have Nightmares That I'm Going To

I Don't Tell 'u.s. Weekly' Which Parties I'm Going To. I Write Songs.

I Don't Rock For Cancer. I Rock For Cash, And The Topless Dancers.

Girls Are Always Like, 'oh, You're Much Better-looking In Person Than In Pictures.' I'm Kinda Like, 'er, Thank You? I Think? As In, I'm Not As Ugly As You Thought?'

Europeans Don't Seem To Have The Groupie Mentality.

Make No Mistake: Bob Ritchie's Up Early In The Morning Taking Pictures Of His Son On The First Day Of His Senior Year. Kid Rock Is Passed Out In A Hotel Room Somewhere With Four Scantily-clad Women.