Elvis, heal me, save me. Elvis, make me be born again in the perfect Elvis light.

Me and Don Henley are fast acquaintances now, or something. He actually got on stage and sang with me.

I can't understand people calling themselves religious and being hateful. If a preacher is preaching hate, to fear God that's not religion, that's not helping humanity, that's organizing an army to defeat somebody.

Dad's going steady with a pig in the barn.

Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two headed love child, it's a big foot baby all covered in fur.

I can fall asleep at any time and wake up at any time.

Elvis is everywhere. Elvis is everything. Elvis is everybody. Elvis is still The King.