You Don't Find A Style.

There Was A Knock On Our Dressing-room Door. Our Manager Shouted, 'keith! Ron! The Police Are Here!' Oh, Man, We Panicked, Flushed Everything Down The John. Then The Door Opened And It Was Stewart Copeland And Sting.

Its Called A Playground, But Its Nearer To A Battlefield. It Can Be Brutal

Everyone Talks About Rock These Days; The Problem Is They Forget About The Roll.

[joking About The Length Of The Rolling Stones' Career] You Have The Sun, You Have The Moon, You Have The Air That You Breathe - And You Have The Rolling Stones!

The Rock's Easy, But The Roll Is Another Thing.