Jazz isn't dead. It just smells funny.
Moses, Aaron, Abraham, they're all a waste of time. It's your ass that's on the line.
So much gets lost in the translation. Even if you sat there listening to it with a microscope, there's no way you're gonna find out what it means.
I'm just one of these unpopular musicians.
Elvis has left the building to climb up that heavenly stair. So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat?
Tosses her head and flips her hair, she got a whole bunch of nothing in there.