I'm Tipping The Hat And Looking Back.

My Mother Was A Gypsy, And She Had A Lot Of Dark Blood In Her, And Her Hair Was Very, Very Thick - She Couldn't Even Get A Brush Through It. So I Have Been Very Fortunate. And Every Time I Go To Cut It Off, Hairdressers Refuse To Do It.

It's Funny, You Know - Time Does Travel Pretty Quickly, And I Do Have Good Friends, And The Further Away I Go From Them In Location, It Matters That I Keep On The Same Line And The Same Groove That I Had And Preserve That Groove With People Who I See Seldom.

You Know, People Can't Fall In Love With Me Just Because I'm Good At What I Do.

Well, When I Was A Kid I Used To Hide Behind The Curtains At Home At Christmas And I Used To Try And Be Elvis. There Was A Certain Ambience Between The Curtains And The French Windows, There Was A Certain Sound There For A Ten Year Old. That Was All The Ambience I Got At Ten Years Old... I Think! And I Always Wanted To Be A Certain, A Bit Similar To That. But I Didn't Want To Sell Pizza.

Whenever I Have Bid A Hasty Goodbye To A Loved One, I've Always Made Sure That My Record Collection Was Safely Stored Away In The Boot Of The Car.