Prejudice doesn't make me mad. It just - I guess 'pisses me off' is the word.

All in all it was my intention to hold both the black and the white clientele by voicing the different kinds of songs in their customary tongues.

This is my 1963 Ford. It was the only car I could A-Ford.

Hail, hail rock and roll / Deliver me from the days of old.

Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.

It used to be called boogie-woogie, it used to be called blues, used to be called rhythm and blues...It's called rock now.

Rock is rock, and, rock and roll, rock is just short for rock and roll.