This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

I'm not easy to live with and I know that it's true. However, you're no picnic either, babe, and that's one of the things I liked about you.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.

Anyone who knows anything should know you cannot take a master track of a recording and write another song over the top of it. You just can't do that. You can call it a tribute or whatever you want to call it, but it's against the law. That's a problem with some of the younger generation, they don't understand the concept of intellectual property and copyright.

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.