No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.