I don't do any vulgar movements.

I'll never make it, it will never happen, because they're never going to hear me 'cause they're screaming all the time.

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

Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can't help but move to it. That's what happens to me. I can't help it.'

A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.

I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.

Never wait for tomorrow, what if tomorrow never comes?