I Won't Be A Rock Star. I

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.

I'm Just A Musical Prostitute, My Dear.

When I'm Dead, I Want To Be Remembered As A Musician Of Some Worth And Substance.

A Lot Of My Songs Are Fantasy. I Can Dream Up All Kinds Of Things. That's The Kind Of World I Live In. It's Very Sort Of Flamboyant, And That's The Kind Of Way I Write. I Love It

Years Ago, I Thought Up The Name Queen...it's Just A Name, But It's Very Regal Obviously, And It Sounds Splendid...it's A Strong Name, Very Universal And Immediate. It Had A Lot Of Visual Potential And Was Open To All Sorts Of Interpretations. I Was Certainly Aware Of The Gay Connotations, But That Was Just One Facet Of It.