I'll Never Have A Stylist.

Everyone Knows That If You've Got A Brother, You're Going To Fight.

Americans Want Grungy People, Stabbing Themselves In The Head On Stage. They Get A Bright Bunch Like Us, With Deodorant On, They Don't Get It. I'm 24 Years Old, I've Got A Load A Money, What Am I Gonna Do, Sit At Home And Twiddle Me Thumbs? No. I'm Gonna Go Out And 'ave It.

Discipline? I Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word.

I Love The Beatles. What More Can I Say? I'm Not Gonna Lie To You. I Love 'em. They Make Me Happy. And I Think They Were The Best, And Still Are.

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.