Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy.

I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.

I'd start to sing, and the record would start skipping. You'd be skipping along with it. Those were the days, my friend. We'd look so stupid, but the kids loved it.

Berry Gordy believed in owning the artist for life and controlling everything: the money, the station wagons, everything.

First you harmonize, then you customize.

Soul ain't nothing but a feeling.

Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy.