Time Takes A Cigarette, Puts It In

I've Always Been Very Chauvinistic, Even In My Boy-obsessed Days. But I Was Always A Gentleman. I Alwaysd Treated My Boys Like Real Ladies. Always Escorted Them Properly And, In Fact, I Suppose If I Were A Lot Older - Like 40 Or 50 - I'd Be A Wonderful Sugar Daddy To Some Little Queen Down In Kensington. I'd Have A Houseboy Named Richard To Order Around.

1961 Was When I Was Really Into Clothes. I Left School At 15 And Started Copying A Bloke Who Used To Go Up On The Train To London With Me; Leslie, I Think His Name Was. He Was Like, Top Mod Of His Own Area. He Wore Italian Jackets With White Linen Jeans. Boy, Was That Cool! I Mean, That's In Style Now - It's Very Much The L.a. Look. But He Was Wearing It Then, And It Looked Supercool.

I Had Very Deep Concerns About My Financial Status Because I Found That Up Until "let's Dance" I Was Virtually Broke Again. I Had Been So Irresponsible In How I Dealt With My Financial Affairs. I Take Full Responsibility For That.

If It Works, It's Out Of Date.

There's A Starman Waiting In The Sky, He'd Like To Come And Meet Us, But He Thinks He'd Blow Our Minds.