Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow.

I love the music. I'm never, ever tired of playing it.

Yeah and it's over before you know it It all goes by so fast Yeah the bad nights take forever And the good nights don't ever seem to last

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.

When I met Elvis, we didn't really have a conversation. I was introduced by my uncle, and he sort of grunted my way. What stays with me is the whole scene. I had never seen a real mob scene before. I was really young and impressionable. Elvis really did look - he looked sort of not real, as if he were glowing.

God, it's so painful when something that's so close is still so far out of reach.