Writing Songs, That's What Gets

When You're The Cash Cow That Lays The Golden Goose Egg, People Are Always Going To Cheer You On, Whatever.

Some Might Say They Don't Believe In Heaven Go And Tell It To The Man Who Lives In Hell.

If I Ever Get To Go To The Moon, I'll Probably Just Stand On The Moon And Go 'hmmm, Yeah...fair Enough...gotta Go Home Now.'

I Can Make Going To The Dry-cleaners Last An Entire Day, And The Dry Cleaners Might Be 150 Yards From My Front Door. You Might Find It Hard To Believe, But I Am Bone-idle Lazy.

Even In The Nineties, When It Was Mad And There Were Photographers All Around The House, It Never Occurred To Me To Send Someone Else Out To Get Cigarettes. It Took Me Five Minutes - Went For A Walk, Gave A Wave, Went Back Inside.