I just want your body, Sheeba, I don't want your brains.

Baby, shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup.

They should invent some way to tape-record your dreams. I've written songs in my dreams that were Beatles songs. Then I'd wake up and they'd be gone.

I was nervous. I mean, I'd met the Beatles, and Elvis, and everybody, but this was Salvador Dalí . This was like my history.

Every rock'n'roll band I know, guys with long hair and tattoos, plays golf now.

Pull my trigger, I get bigger, then I'm lots of fun. I'm your gun, I'm your gun, gun, gun.

She didn't know that there was more of me, she'd have to learn to love all four of me.