These Fingers Of Mine Got Brains In

I'm Dragging The Audience To Hell With Me

You Shake My Nerves And You Rattle My Brain, Too Much Love Drives A Man Insane. You Broke My Will, But What A Thrill. Goodness Gracious, Great Balls Of Fire.

When They Look Back On Me I Want 'em To Remember Me Not For All My Wives, Although I've Had A Few, And Certainly Not For Any Mansions Or High Livin' Money I Made And Spent. I Want 'em To Remember Me Simply For My Music.

If I'm Going To Hell, I'm Going There Playing The Piano.

You Shake My Nerves And You Rattle My Brain.