I'm Just A Musical Prostitute, My Dear.

I Have No Aspirations Of Growing Old And Boring.

It Destroys The Soul To Hear That You're All Hype, That You Have No Talent, And That Your Whole Career Has Been Contrived.

The Bigger The Better; In Everything.

By The Way, I Do Not Wear A Hose. My Hose Is My Own. No Coke Bottle, Nothing Stuffed Down There.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.