I'm the mirror to your mood, you hate me and I hate you.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.
I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.
If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?
I like surfers. Their imagery, it's great.
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.