It's great to be a famous rock star. Even a semi-famous one. Used to be I'd wake up in some strange bed with a hangover and a sore you-know-what. Now look at me. Rented room, clean sheets, room service and champagne in the morning for my poor achin' head. Oh, her? I dunno. She woke up saying something about "strange beds" and "hangovers." Yes, it's great to be a rock star!