Nobody Loves You When You're Down And

No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

When I Started, Rock And Roll Itself Was The Basic Revolution To People Of My Age And Situation. We Needed Something Loud And Clear To Break Through All The Unfeeling And Repression That Had Been Coming Down On Us Kids.

And So This Is Christmas...what Have You Done?

I Don't Know If I Want To Record Together Again. I Go Off And On It... In The Old Days, When We Needed An Album, Paul And I Got Together And Produced Enough Songs For It. Nowadays, There's Three Of Us Writing Prolifically And Trying To Fit It All Into One Album.

Nor Do I Think We Came From Monkeys, By The Waythat's Another Piece Of Garbage. What The Hell's It Based On? We Couldn't've Come From Anything-fish, Maybe, But Not Monkeys. I Don't Believe In The Evolution Of Fish To Monkeys To Men. Why Aren't Monkeys Changing Into Men Now? It's Absolute Garbage. It's Absolutely Irrational Garbage, As Mad As The Ones Who Believe The World Was Made Only Four Thousand Years Ago, The Fundamentalists.