Red beans and ricely yours.
If I don’t practice for a day, I know it. If I don’t practice for two days, the critics know it. And if I don’t practice for three days, the public knows it.
Not too slow, not too fast. Kind of like half-fast.
The way they are treating my people in the South, the government can go to hell!
All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to
The best I can do is stay happy.