I Mean, Give Me A Guitar, Give

One Minute I'm Standing At Ronnie Scott's Getting A Standing Ovation And The Next Minute, I'm On A Marble Slab

If You're Cool, You Don't Know Nothing About It. It Just Is, Or You Ain't.

Poison's Not Bad. It's A Matter Of How Much.

In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.

I'm All For A Quiet Life. I Just Didn't Get One.