Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.

I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.

In your heart there is innocence waiting to be free.

I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.

I like surfers. Their imagery, it's great.

Dissatisfied with what I am, I want to be a better man.

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.