Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?

I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.

I ain't got no reverse. I've learned, a little later in life, it works out pretty good to have one every once in a while.

Nobody knows I'm Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I've got the perfect disguise.

Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason... I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn't know how, but somehow I'd caused it.

There's always one more way to do something-- your way.