I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you

The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

Every man's conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

In my childhood everything you heard, you could imagine what it looked like. Even singers that I would hear on the radio, I couldn't see what they looked like, so I imagined what they looked like. What they were wearing. What their movements were. Gene Vincent? When I first pictured him, he was a tall, lanky blond-haired guy.