There's No Rules. Show Me

I'll Never Have A Stylist.

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.

My Favorite Album Would Have To Be Something From The Beatles.

I Was Walking Along And This Chair Came Flying Past Me, And Another, And Another, And I Thought, Man, Is This Gonna Be A Good Night.

I Know How To Behave But Sometimes I Can't Be Bothered.