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

There are probably a few library fines I haven’t paid yet, but I’m a pretty clean-cut guy overall.

I’d rather clean all the bathrooms in Grand Central Station with my tongue than spend one more minute with you.

Probably 90 percent of my albums have polka medleys.

After that, I made the decision to headline no matter what, even if I was playing to seven people. I wanted people to be there to see me.

I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem that time that you made it with the whole hockey team.

Buy our album, were Nirvana, a garage band from Seattle. Well, it sure beats raising cattle.

One of my pet peeves is that sometimes the talents of my band get overlooked because, and it was the same problem that Frank Zappa had, with a lot of groups that use humor, people don’t realize there’s a lot of craft behind the comedy.

I try not to go the obvious route all the time, but sometimes the most obvious is actually the best.

My process for the parodies is that I get an idea for a song and then get approval from the artist and then go in and record it and probably try to get it out as soon as possible.

I mean, I hate to gloat, but I’m extremely satisfied with my position in life and the way things have worked out for me.

I don’t watch anything on a regular basis – I tend to binge-watch things.

He put Ben Gay inside my jock strap and filled my tooth paste tube up with glue.

It becomes more important to me as time goes on to make every album the best thing I’ve ever done, so it’s a lot of self-imposed pressure that also kind of slows me down a bit.

As a kid, I certainly never thought I would get to spend my life doing something fun.

My own personal tastes don’t really have an effect on whether song is a parody target or not. But having said that,

In the ’80s, I was putting out an album virtually every year, I think mostly based on fear – that if I didn’t, people would soon forget about me.

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?