“I knew we were having problems when you put those piranhas in my bathtub again.”

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

Whenever I do a parody it’s not meant to make you hate anybody’s music really.

It was difficult to get into my friends’ rock bands when I was a teenager.

Whereas if I wrote a movie script, chances are better than even that I’d just be another guy in L.A. with a movie script in his drawer.

I’ve always enjoyed animation and voiceover work. That’s something that I’ve been proactive about.

People never ask people doing serious music, ‘Do you ever think about doing funny music?’

A lot of my cartoon voices are basically just variations on my natural voice.

There aren’t that many superstars around anymore.

I’m watching the charts every week and hoping something will pop into my head.

I don’t watch a lot of other people’s parodies because I don’t want to be unduly influenced.

Until you came along I never dated anyone this low on the food chain.

The irony is of course that my career has lasted a whole lot longer than some of the people I’ve parodied over the years.

I’ve learned how to use my spam filter pretty effectively.

Like, I have had moments, which I think most people have, where you’ll be watching TV, and it’ll be interrupted by some tragic event, and you’ll actually find yourself thinking,

I enjoy all kinds of music. But it is kind of strange when I do parodies, instead of setting up drums and guitar amps.

I’m still a geek on the inside, that’s the important thing.

There are many mysteries in old age but the greatest, surely, is this: in those adverts for walk-in bathtubs, why doesn’t all the water gush out when you get in?