I've always showed up. If I got paid.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.
My momma always said, 'You and Elvis are pretty good, but y'all ain't no Chuck Berry.
I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire.