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

I didn't know that there were any radio stations in Nova Scotia.

When I started singing, I weighed 153 pounds. I weigh 184 now. I haven't gotten any taller, but I'm putting on a little more weight.

I was almost always true to you.

I get tired of playing a guy who gets into a fight, then starts singing to the guy he's just beat up.

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

Love had surely made us all and hate would surely make us fall.