A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.
I'm gonna be making records anyway, even if I had to sell 'em out of the trunk of my car. I'm that kind of musician and singer.
I have a strict policy that nobody cries alone in my presence.
With the first money I ever made I bought my Mommy and Daddy a car, and helped them fix their house up.
Hello God, if we are still on speaking terms, can you help me?
I listen to my old records and I think, 'How did I ever get on the radio?'