I had a melody and a rhythm and chords, but nothing to talk about. I remember reading about how the decline of the steel industry had been affecting the Lehigh Valley, and I decided that's what I was going to write the song about.

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts... Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they're for.

Why don't the Beatles get back together? Why don't nobody sing of romance?

Why should I worry, why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire faire.

I've lived long enough to have learned, the closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned.

You look so polished from your hair down to your toes, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose.

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.