There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.

I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

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.

Everybody needs some inspiration, Everybody needs some motivation, mix it up with some imagination, and use your natural gifts.

Cheap is small and not too steep, best of all cheap is cheap.

My dad taught me about music. He used to tap dance.

Everything is reduced to what's physical in the end, because it's the filth inside people's minds that creates all the evil. What is a body, anyway? I suppose you've got to abuse your body to understand it. If you're not prepared to humiliate yourself in order to give somebody else a moment's pleasure, I don't believe that you've actually lived.