Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly

Never Was A Cornflake Girl; Thought It Was A Good Solution: Hanging With The Raisin Girls.

I Don't Own A Computer. I Have A Nine-foot Piano In My Home To Compose My Messages. Why Would I Want A One-foot Computer To Do The Same Thing?

I Produce The Records. I Don't Hand Over Control To Some Really Expensive Producer Who Then Talks To The Record Company And Then Tries To Bend Me To Their Will - For Commercial Purposes.

I Get Tired Of Wearing The Same Thing All The Time Too.

I Have A Rule That I Don't Read My Press, But Then Somebody In The Crew Will Be Reading It And Of Course It's Right There, So What Do You Think I Do?