If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

She takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

It was [meeting with Nicolas Sarkozy] like looking at my mirror image.