All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar...
Back in the class room, open your books, keep up, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks.
Everything I wrote about wasn’t about me, but about the people listening.
He never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play his guitar like he was ringing a bell.
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.