Drunken Talk Isn’t Meant To Be Printed

I'm Not Into The Money Thing. You Can Only Sleep In One Bed At A Time. You Can Only Eat One Meal At A Time, Or Be In One Car At A Time. So I Don't Have To Have Millions Of Dollars To Be Happy. All I Need Are Clothes On My Back, A Decent Meal, And A Little Loving When I Feel Like It. That's The Bottom Line.

Dreams, If They're Any Good, Are Always A Little Bit Crazy.

I Never Considered Myself Part Of Rock 'n' Roll. My Stuff Was More Adult. It Was More Difficult For Teenagers To Relate To; My Stuff Was Filled With More Despair Than Anything You'd Associate With Rock 'n' Roll. Since I Couldn't See People Dancing, I Didn't Write Jitterbugs Or Twists. I Wrote Rhythms That Moved Me. My Style Requires Pure Heart Singing.

I Cant Retire From Music Any More Than I Can Retire From My Liver. Youd Have To Remove The Music From Me Surgically—like You Were Taking Out My Appendix.

There's Such A Thing As Too Much Happiness And Sadness. What I'm After Is Contentment.