For My Money Tony Bennett Is The

Deplorable, A Rancid Smelling Aphrodisiac . . . It Fosters Almost Totally Negative And Destructive Reactions In Young People.

You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

You Only Live Once, And The Way I Live, Once Is Enough.

I Get An Audience Personally Involved In A Song - Because I'm Involved Myself. It's Not Something I Do Deliberately: I Can't Help Myself. If The Song Is A Lament At The Loss Of Love, I Get An Ache In My Gut. I Feel The Loss Myself And I Cry Out The Loneliness, The Hurt And The Pain That I Feel.

What's [the Beatles'] I Am The Walrus All About?