Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.

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

The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.

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

I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.

The only time I feel at ease is swinging up and down in a coconut tree.

Live life, see it through. Carry on, it's all you can do.