Most of my songs are about insensitivity of some kind.

I'm dreaming of a white president. Just like the ones we've always had. A real live white man. Who knows the score, how to handle money or start a war. Wouldn't even have to tell me what we were fighting for. He'd be the right man, if he were a white man.

I ain't saying that I'm better than you, but maybe I am.

Don't forget to bring that little blonde haired girl along. You know the one, love to watch her jump up and down.

It's a big surprise to me about America that there are 40 million people prepared to vote for (Trump). They wouldn't want him as a friend. No matter who you are, you wouldn't want him on your bowling team or to have dinner with him or anything. They would recognize it immediately in a guy. A big blowhard, braggart.

But I don't want to sing everything out of the side of my mouth, I want people to understand what I mean.

We'll have a kid or maybe we'll rent one. He's got to be straight, we don't want a bent one.