“So I try not to pick songs that I know would drive me crazy.”

I am not making this up. Needless to say, as soon as I discovered that, I gave up meat entirely.

I’m always a little leery about doing shows where I’m not the headliner because when I first started playing in 1982 I opened for Missing Persons and got pelted for 45 minutes.

My wife went off with Elvis.

As it turns out, there is a thing called the Internet, and stuff does go out there whether the suits like it or not.

The music has always been my bread and butter, and I’ve focused more of my attention on that.

By the time I’m in the studio recording my parody, 10,000 parodies of that song are on YouTube.

I don’t really look at myself as the kind of person who craves attention, but I’ve never been to therapy so there’s probably a lot of stuff about myself that I don’t know.

Ever since the day you left me, I’ve been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

I’m free to do what I please, I’m probably not going to do albums. Just because I think releasing tracks as singles is a better way for me to stay topical.

Pop culture’s gotten much more disposable.

How can you get bored if the audience is cheering and laughing at something you’re doing?

I’m just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.

I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art!

Not any specific one, but I was a huge fan of Frank Jacobs, I guess he wrote the plurality of the song parodies for MAD, Sam Hart, a few others, but that was also where I was first exposed to the art form of song parodies.

People that were a little nerdy in high school would look up to me and know it gets better.

About four or five months ago, at a dinner in New York, John made the very nice offer of my being guest editor for an issue of MAD and I thought about it for about half a nanosecond and decided that was a pretty good idea.

I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.

If I ever find myself overwhelmed, it’s only because I am overwhelmed by how much more I want to learn. That is what drives me.

I have to get a licence to drive a motorcycle to protect myself and the people around me. I am adamant there should be some sort of licensing required to have children.

Mankind apparently find it easier to drive away adversity than to retain prosperity.

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

Have Faith. Where’er thy bark is driven, – The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth, – Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The habitants of earth.

Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.

The Scots are a very tough people. They have drive-by headbuttings. In Glasgow a sweatband is considered a silencer.