My life has been an open book, really. Everybody knows everything about me.
What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.
I did things with the microphone stand that no-one else has attempted to do.
Hot legs, bring your Mother, too.
Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand.
I've tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it's going to be.