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.

Come and love me, be my apeman girl, and we will be so happy in my apeman world.

I'm not cheap, you understand, I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land.

The big corporations and the big companies turned musicians into factory workers on an assembly line.

To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.

What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.

Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.