No Tears To Damn You When Jealousy

Shock Waves To A Tired Brain, Sends That Hungry Lady To My Door Again. She's My Shelter From The Storm When I Feel The Rain, Entertaining White Powder.

I've Had An Amazing Professional Life, Personal Life, But At 64 To Have A Son Who Gives Us That Much Love And Enjoyment Is, Wow!

Well, I've Had My Fair Share In Britain Of Battling The Tabloids.

I Get High In The Evening Sniffing Pots Of Glue.

I'm A Juvenile Product Of The Working Class, Who's Best Friend Floats In The Bottom Of A Glass.