Everything I wrote about wasn’t about me, but about the people listening.
Back in the class room, open your books, keep up, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks.
He never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play his guitar like he was ringing a bell.
All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar...
It’s gotta be rock and roll music, if you wanna dance with me.
Science and religion are both the same thing. They’re there; they’re life. If it’s not science, it’s not a fact.
You know, your ears record. You might can sing a song once you hear it.
He could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.
You don’t just go to the studio and say, ‘I’m going to write a hit.’ It becomes a hit when people like your compositions.
Prejudice doesn’t make me mad. It just – I guess ‘pisses me off’ is the word.
Don’t bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I’m almost grown.
Praise doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t judge myself.
Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn’t unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn’t budge.
Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won’t you play with my ding-a-ling.
A contract is an ask game, and if it asks for an hour, and I submit to an hour, then it’s an hour. When I look at a contract, I look at the obligation – where, when, how long, the compensation. If I agree to it, that’s the way it is. I have an obligation. They have an obligation.
I think I see her, please let me off this bus. Nadine, honey, is that you?
My music is simple stuff. Anybody can sit down, look at a set of symbols and produce sounds the music represents.
A song is a song. But there are some songs, ah, some songs are the greatest. The Beatles song Yesterday. Listen to the lyrics.
This is my 1963 Ford. It was the only car I could A-Ford.