I've learned to be one of the hardheadedest cats in the world. I've learned that.
Hippies? Why, I'm the original.
I'm dragging the audience to hell with me
All you gotta do honey is kinda stand in one spot, wiggle around just a little bit.
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.
When they look back on me I want 'em to remember me not for all my wives, although I've had a few, and certainly not for any mansions or high livin' money I made and spent. I want 'em to remember me simply for my music.