You only live once, and the way I live, once is enough.

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.

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.

You only live once, and the way I live, once is enough.

I'm just a singer, Elvis was the embodiment of the whole American culture.