“I don’t want no drummer. I set the tempo.”

I don’t feel like it’s a wasted vote because I think it encourages more people like that to run. I vote for the candidates that aren’t bought and paid for like the Clintons.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

There’s nineteen men livin’ in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain’t no doggone good.

It’s a long old road, but I know I’m gonna find the end.

I ain’t good-lookin’, but I’m somebody’s angel child.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.