I Can't Speak For George, But I

In Baby You're A Rich Man The Point Was, Stop Moaning, You're A Rich Man And We're All Rich, Heh Heh, Baby!

Whatever Gets You Through The Night

One Has To Completely Humiliate Oneself To Be What The Beatles Were . . . . It Happened Bit By Bit, Until . . . You're Doing Exactly What You Don't Want To Do With People You Can't Stand -- The People You Hated When You Were Ten.

Nobody Controls Me. I'm Uncontrollable. The Only One Who Can Control Me Is Me, And Even That's Barely Possible.

It's Pretty Hard When You Are Caesar And Everyone Is Saying How Wonderful You Are And They Are Giving You All The Goodies And The Girls, It's Pretty Hard To Break Out Of That, To Say 'well, I Don't Want To Be King, I Want To Be Real.'