On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.

I've never written a song in my life. It's all a big hoax.

Fame and fortune, how empty they can be.

I like pork chops and country ham, creamed potatoes, stuff like that. Redeye gravy. It comes from ham, bacon, stuff like that. It's the grease that you fry it in. I eat a lot of Jell-O. Fruit Jell-O.

When we kiss my heart's on fire, burning with a strange desire. And I know that every time I kiss you, that your heart's on fire, too.

When I got outta High School I was driving a truck. I was just a poor boy from Memphis, Memphis.

The man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing, he's the king of the whole wide world.