I'm Hopeless With Money; I Simply Spend

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... I Was Never Too Keen On The British Music Press. They've Called Us A Supermarket Hype, And They Used To Suggest That We Didn't Write Our Own Songs.

We're A Very Expensive Group; We Break A Lot Of Rules. It's Unheard Of To Combine Opera With A Rock Theme, My Dear .

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But It Can Damn Well Give It!

What Will I Be Doing In Twenty Years' Time? I'll Be Dead, Darling! Are You Crazy?

I Always Knew I Was A Star And Now, The Rest Of The World Seems To Agree With Me.