But I knew - in the old days, if a song was a good song, I don't care if it was 'Yellow Submarine' or, you know, or 'The Times They Are a-Changin' or 'Don't Be Cruel', you knew it, you know? You heard that song, and you were talking about it, and you knew it.

My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.

Jerusalem is old, Jerusalem is new, Jerusalem can hold Moslem, Christian, Jew.

I am what I do, and that's partly why I don't want to give up singing. But when I can't sing well, I will.

There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.

I mean, I've been given a terrific life by the audiences who stuck with me all over the world.