Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends. Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends. So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

If you want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me. Don't judge or question. You are broken now, but faith can heal you. Just do everything I tell you to do.

When the punk thing came along and I heard my friends saying, I hate these people with the pins in their ears. I said, Thank God, something got their attention.

One of the songs I wrote while living there was called 'Tearing Us Apart,' which was about 'the committee,' the group of Pattie's friends whom I now blamed for coming between us.

So next time you feel like your world is about to end, I hope you studied because He's testing your faith again.