I'm Afraid Of Americans; I'm Afraid Of

I Had To Resign Myself, Many Years Ago, That I'm Not Too Articulate When It Comes To Explaining How I Feel About Things. But My Music Does It For Me, It Really Does.

I Don't Like To Read Things That People Write About Me. I'd Rather Read What Kids Have To Say About Me, Because It's Not Their Profession To Do That.

1961 Was When I Was Really Into Clothes. I Left School At 15 And Started Copying A Bloke Who Used To Go Up On The Train To London With Me; Leslie, I Think His Name Was. He Was Like, Top Mod Of His Own Area. He Wore Italian Jackets With White Linen Jeans. Boy, Was That Cool! I Mean, That's In Style Now - It's Very Much The L.a. Look. But He Was Wearing It Then, And It Looked Supercool.

Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your Dress. Rebel, Rebel, Your Face Is A Mess. Rebel, Rebel, How Could They Know? Hot Tramp, I Love You So.

Fame Can Take Interesting Men And Thrust Mediocrity Upon Them.