My wild bachelor days
Riding my motorcycle inside the palace.
Ping Pong
Nobody can beat me. Or my yellow shoes.
The Royal Chariot was in the shop
The mustachioed flannel-mobile will do.
Weapons of Mass Destruction
My Christmas card to the Soviets, 1962.
Undercover
The night we hit the Watergate Hotel.
Close call at Disneyland
Who let that girl get so close to me? Where’s Secret Service?
Paparazzi
There is no escaping those guys, not even in Cannes.
Rainbow shorts
Do I need more of a caption than that?
The streets is a short stop
Either you’re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot.