Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.

I talk to the audience, look into their eyes. I need them and they need me.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.

Why should I hold back now and sound mediocre, just so I can sound mediocre twenty years from now?

I got treated very badly in Texas. They don't treat beatniks too good in Texas. Port Arthur people thought I was a beatnik, though they'd never seen one and neither had I.

At least we know we tend to be afraid. If you object to my plural noun, I'll retract it.

Audiences like their blues singers to be miserable.