Get On Your Bikes And Ride!

Gay As A Daffodil.

What Will I Be Doing In Twenty Years' Time? I'll Be Dead, Darling! Are You Crazy?

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... I Was Never Too Keen On The British Music Press. They've Called Us A Supermarket Hype, And They Used To Suggest That We Didn't Write Our Own Songs.

I Love The Fact That I Can Make People Happy, In Any Form. Even If It’s Just An Hour Of Their Lives, If I Can Make Them Feel Lucky Or Make Them Feel Good, Or Bring A Smile To A Sour Face, That To Me Is Worthwhile.

I Am Loved By Thousands, But I Feel Like The Loneliest Man In The World.