Those people in New York are not gonna change me none.

I don't like to be called Elvis the Pelvis. It's one of the most childish expressions I've ever heard coming from an adult. But if they wanna call me that, there's nothin' I can do about it, so I just have to accept it.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

Computers may out think us one day, but as long as people got feelings we'll be better than they are.

People ask me where I got my singing style. I didn't copy my style from anybody.

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