Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies, I am an apeman.

Comfort the weak and feel the poor. What on earth do we need government for?

Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.

I'm easy driving, But I'm not a person who loves living pleasantly above all else. I'm not that way at all. I might think I'm that, but I'm not really that.

Arty farty, you'll never fool your Aunt, who knew you picked your nose and wet your pants.

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

When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog-big as a donkey. ... I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio. ... I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere. ... Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.