Before you condemn me my friends, I suggest you look deep inside you. For good and evil exists in us all.

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.

He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon pants right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. When a waiter at Buckingham Palace spilled soup on her dress: Never darken my Dior again!

Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.

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

Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?