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

Up come a flat top, he was movin' up with me.

Don't bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I'm almost grown.

Actually I'm writing as best I can, in order to keep the momentum and the career there, but I want to live.

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

When I was a kid I used to scoot under the table, and whenever company would come around you know or my sisters or parents would tell me, go under the table and I'd do it because it was entertainment for the family or aunts or whatever. And one time at the Paramount when I first did it, you know, Brooklyn Paramount, I did it in the act during an instrumental and it got a big ovation and so I coined it as one of the things I should do in the act. And since I've been doing it.

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.