Nine and nine makes fourteen, four and four makes nine. The clock is striking thirteen, I think I've lost my mind.

Do something worth remembering.

Since my baby left me, I've found a new place to dwell, down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel.

The walls have ears, better think before you throw that shoe.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

Man, that record came out and was real big in Memphis. They started playing it, and it got real big. Don't know why-the lyrics had no meaning.

I've come too far, and I don't know how to get back.