Hippies? Why, I'm the original.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.
I'm a rompin', stompin', piano playing son of a bitch. A mean son of a bitch.
Either be hot or cold. If you are lukewarm, the Lord will spew you forth from His mouth.
You've got to walk and talk with God to go to heaven... I have the devil in me! If I didn't have, I'd be Christian!
Other people - they practice and they practice... these fingers of mine, they got brains in 'em. You don't tell them what to do - they do it. God given talent.
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.