What is the point of singing wonderful lyrics if the audience can't understand what is being said or heard?

May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.

Rock 'n roll smells phony and false. It is sung, played and written for the most part by cretinous goons and by means of its almost imbecilic reiteration and sly, lewd, in plain fact, dirty lyrics ... manages to be the martial music of every side-burned delinquent on the face of the earth.

Critics don't bother me because if I do badly, I know I'm bad before they even write it. And if I'm good, I know I'm good. I know best about myself, so a critic doesn't anger me.

Orange is the happiest color.

The record shows, I took the blows . And did it my way.

Dyin' is a pain in the ass.