All human activity is fruitless when pitted against the girls and boys singing on pop television, for they have found the answer as the rest of us search for the question. I will sing, too. If not, I will have to die.

Pass the pub that wrecks your body And the church, all they want is your money

On the day that your mentality Decides to catch up with your biology, Come 'round

He drove me home in the van, complaining, 'Women only like me for my mind'.

I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.

Congratulations to Prince Charles for banning foie gras from all his functions.

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.