Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.

I don't sing anything that hurts my voice.

Look. Art knows no prejudice, art knows no boundaries, art doesn't really have judgement in it's purest form. So just go, just go.

I feel like at 50 I've decided to become a rock star, which is, you know, typical of me. I always seem to work backwards.

I'm a singer and as long as I can sing - which, thank God, is something that I still seem to be able to do - I'd like to carry on making records.

To dance is human, to polka is divine.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.