Get On Your Bikes And Ride!

I Don't Like The Way My Teeth Protrude. I'm Going To Have Them Done, But I Just Haven't Had The Time. Apart From That... I'm Perfect.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

By The Way, I Do Not Wear A Hose. My Hose Is My Own. No Coke Bottle, Nothing Stuffed Down There.

They Wouldn't Let Us Into Russia. They Thought We'd Corrupt The Youth Or Something.

In The Early Days, We Just Wore Black Onstage. Very Bold, My Dear. Then We Introduced White, For Variety, And It Simply Grew And Grew.