I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray. I swam a little closer, and I heard the third one say, good-bye Mama.

Don't leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.

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

I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray. I swam a little closer, and I heard the third one say, good-bye Mama.

Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin' and your one arm bandits crashin' all those hopes down the drain. Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime, turnin night into daytime. If you see it once, you'll never be the same again.

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

I knew by heart all the dialogue of James Dean's films; I could watch Rebel Without a Cause a hundred times over.