This is a stupid song and that's the way I like it.

Bobby Martin has another project. He's building a house. He's out there at 6 o'clock in the morning hammering nails.

He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye. He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye.

I think it's really tragic when people get serious about stuff. It's such an absurdity to take anything really seriously ... I make an honest attempt not to take anything seriously: I worked that attitude out about the time I was eighteen, I mean, what does it all mean when you get right down to it, what's the story here? Being alive is so weird.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

Music is the only religion that delivers the goods.

Moving to Montana soon, gonna be a dental floss tycoon.