Unless You Show Off You're Not Going

I'm 57, I Can't Look Like A 30-year-old. You Try To Hold Age At Bay, But There Comes A Point When You Just Have To Give Up Gracefully.

I Was Ready To Approach Her With My English Charm, When Her Brass Knuckled Boyfriend Grabbed Me By The Arm.

I Don't Have To Compete In The Charts. I Can Just Be Myself As A Musician, A Songwriter And Play With The Musicians That I Really Love.

A Couple Of Sounds That I Really Like Are The Sounds Of A Switchblade And A Motor Bike.

Someone Saved My Life Tonight, Sugar Bear, You Almost Had Your Hooks In Me, Didn't You Dear?