My father worked for a children's home called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're a charity.

Sits like a man, but smiles like a reptile.

I never really got the book together for the thing, so I had all the songs and the characters. But by the time we'd gotten it on the road and I'd been doing it for 18 months, oh God, I couldn't wait to move on to something else.

We slit the Catholic throat, stoned the poor on such slogans as wish you could hear and love is all we need.

Elvis is English, and climbs the hills. Can't tell the bullshit from the lies.

I guess, - a greater number of the 26 or so albums that I've made are known in Europe than they are in America.

You've got your mother in a whirl, she's not sure if your a boy or a girl.