I'm For Whatever Gets You Through The

Whatever Else Has Been Said About Me Personally Is Unimportant. When I Sing, I Believe. I'm Honest.

For What Is A Man, What Has He Got. If Not Himself, Then He Has Naught.

If I Had Done Everything I'm Credited With, I'd Be Speaking To You From A Laboratory Jar At Harvard.

Rock 'n Roll Smells Phony And False. It Is Sung, Played And Written For The Most Part By Cretinous Goons And By Means Of Its Almost Imbecilic Reiteration And Sly, Lewd, In Plain Fact, Dirty Lyrics ... Manages To Be The Martial Music Of Every Side-burned Delinquent On The Face Of The Earth.

You Better Get Busy Living, Because Dying's A Pain In The Ass.