On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
The world is more alive at night; it’s like God isn’t looking.
I want to entertain people. That’s my whole life. To my last breath.
A little less conversation, a little more action please.
I wore glasses, no music, and I won – I think it was – fifth place. I got a whipping the same day. My mother whipped me for something. Destroyed my ego completely.
Look guys, if you’re just going to stare at me, I’m going to bed!
Any audience, as a rule, goes for a fast number.
Teenagers are my life and my triumph. I’d be nowhere without them.
Singers come and go, but if you’re a good actor, you can last a long time.
I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs.
A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.
Live each day, as if it were your last. It’s written in the stars, your destiny is cast.
Then came Act II, you seemed to change and acted strange, and why I’ll never know.
The walls have ears, better think before you throw that shoe.
I’ll stay in Memphis.
Ah just act the way ah feel.
How can you lose something you never had, I tell myself when I’m feeling sad.
I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray. I swam a little closer, and I heard the third one say, good-bye Mama.
I don’t want to be a tiger, tigers play too rough. I don’t want to be a lion, cause lions ain’t the kind you love up.
If you bring a friend into your love affair, that’s the end of your sweetheart that’s the end of your friend, that’s when your heartache begins.