You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.
I can only sing songs my way. I don't know any other way.
New Orleans is the only city in the world you go in to buy a pair of nylon stockings they want to know your head size.
If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.
The difficult I'll do right now. The impossible will take a little while.
I hate straight singing. I have to change a tune to my own way of doing it. That's all I know.