The Reason We're Successful, Darling? My Overall

My Soul Has Painted Like The Wings Of Butterflies, Fairy Tales Of Yesterday Will Grow But Never Die, I Can Fly, My Friends.

I'm Very Emotional; I Think I May Go Mad In Several Years' Time.

When I'm Dead Are They Going To Remember Me ? I Don't Really Think About It, It's Up To Them. When I'm Dead, Who Cares ? I Don't.

One Night Roger Was In A Foul Mood And He Threw His Entire Bloody Drumset Across The Stage. The Thing Only Just Missed Me - I Might Have Been Killed.

This Thing Called Love, It Cries Like A Baby In A Cradle All Night. It Swings, It Jives, It Shakes All Over Like A Jelly Fish. I Kinda Like It.