Some days I pray for silence
Some days I pray for soul
Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll!
— Meat Loaf, "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)"
"As Henry Dean, the great sage and eminent junkie would have put it, Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life’s a fiction and the world’s a lie, so put on some Creedence and let’s get high."
"Sly, salacious lyrics touching on the eternal verities: hard liquor, cheap sex, fast money and the endless quest for a good time."
—Short blurb on the remastered Razor's Edge by AC/DC
"Bret Michaels was in the best band of the 80s, and I imagine that was an unfortunate decade for groupie sex. Bret Michaels has gotten so many blowjobs from 80s girls that his belly hair is permanently moussed. If it was 1987 and Bret Michaels came into a bar and said, 'Our bus got a flat tire, we need six naked girls for sex,' your girlfriend would start taking off her pants and ask you to set a block for her."