Dad's going steady with a pig in the barn.
Me and Don Henley are fast acquaintances now, or something. He actually got on stage and sang with me.
I love blacks and gays and latinos, as long as they don't live next door.
People from outer space they come up to me, they don't look like Doctor Spock, they don't look like Klingons, all that Star Trek jive. They look like Elvis.
She was lying like a loaf of bread. I said, baby, baby, baby, are you dead?
Music Tele-Vision should be covered in jism.