Where's My Big Boy With Extra Sauce?

Alice Cooper is waiting for the man. He's even got a Coca-cola in his hand. But where's the burgers? Alice Cooper is waiting. He's waiting for a Big Boy with extra sauce and he's getting edgy.

Just ten minutes before he had arrived at a Los Angeles rehearsal studio, stepping out of a gold Rolls Royce bearing license plates which read "A CRUE." Sporting a Michigan State University sweat shirt, yellow shorts and sneakers, he looked exceptionally healthy. And very hungry.

This is all part of Alice's new image. No more Budweiser. He's strictly a Coca-cola man now, working out daily in a local gym in preparation for his summer tour. "I used to wake up in the morning and scream, 'Where's my beer?' Now it's 'Where's my Coke?' " he laughed.

These days he wakes up with his wife, Sheryl, a dancer he met during auditions for his Welcome To My Nightmare show. The couple seemed quite happy except for one thing: Alice is exceedingly jealous. He's jealous of a pastrami and egg sandwich Sheryl is eating.

We're so intelligent now that you don't actually know we're crazy.