I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn't paint.

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won't you play with my ding-a-ling.

I would sing the blues if I had the blues.

Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day.

All were artists, playing foolish, having fights and making love as if the rest of the world had no racial problems whatsoever.

All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar.

Rock 'n' roll accepted me and paid me, even though I loved the big bands I went that way because I wanted a home of my own. I had a family. I had to raise them. Let's don't leave out the economics. No way.