The first car I bought was the most beautiful car I've ever seen. It was secondhand, but I parked it outside of my hotel the day I got it. I sat up all night, just lookin' at it.

Her little sister will tell you she don't live here anymore.

Do the Clam, do the Clam, grab your barefoot baby by the hand.

In my beach shack, we'll be alone. In my beach shack, I'll make you feel at home.

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.

Any audience, as a rule, goes for a fast number.

You don't like hot rod racing or driving late at night, you just want to park where it's nice and dark.