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

He never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play his guitar like he was ringing a bell.

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

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

Back in the class room, open your books, keep up, the teacher don't know how mean she looks.

Describe Elvis Presley? He was the greatest who ever was, is or ever will be.

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