You Know, When You're Poor And You

The Music Business Is Strictly Business.

So Sweep Away The Sand An' Dry The Ocean, An' Just Pack The Moon An' Stars Up In A Cardboard Box. And Stop The Clouds From Chimin', Block The Sun From Shinin',an' Paint The Sky A Deeper Shade Of Blue, 'cause My World's Over Without You.

My Mom Loved To Sing - And I'll Go On Record And Say She Was The Worst Singer Ever. I'd Get Up And Move Away From Her!

I Never Had A Doubt In My Mind. I Always Knew That, With The Right Material, I Could Pop A Hit.

It's Not All Wet Towels And Naked Women. I Was So Disappointed To Learn That.