Laughter is involuntary. If it's funny you laugh.

I don't want to satirise George Bush and his puppeteers, I want to vaporise them.

Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.

The poor folks hate the rich folks, and the rich folks hate the poor folks. All of my folks hate all of your folks, it's American as apple pie.

Alas, irreverence has been subsumed by mere grossness, at least in the so-called mass media. What we have now - to quote myself at my most pretentious - is a nimiety of scurrility with a concomitant exiguity of taste.

Laughter is involuntary. If it's funny you laugh.

If you asked me to write a rock song or a rap song, I couldn't do it because they're not in my fingers.