I'm An Unpure Purist, Something Like That.

It's A Privilege Just To Wake Up To A New Day.

You've Got The Sun, You've Got The Moon, And You've Got The Rolling Stones.

I Don't Know If People In New York Recognize Me Or Not. I'm Not Really Conscious Of It. If Somebody Stops Me, Then I Suddenly Realize That People Are Looking At Me, But Other Times They May Be Doing It And I Don't Even Know Because I'm Engrossed In Something Else.

I'm Free Of Hypochondria-- Although I've Got Everything Else.

It's Great To Be Here. It's Great To Be Anywhere.