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.

Revolution used to be cool, but now it's out of fashion.

Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.

Learn to be positive, it's your only chance.

We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.

I call it suffering and pain, they call it entertainment.

If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?