Papa Didn't Cuss, He Didn't Raise A

Thank God That I Had The Ability To Understand That I Had A Different Beat And That I Was A Drummer.

I'm Kidding About Having Only A Few Dollars. I Might Have A Few Dollars More.

Papa Didn't Cuss, He Didn't Raise A Whole Lot Of Fuss. But When We Did Wrong, Papa Beat The Hell Out Of Us.

Hair Is The First Thing. And Teeth The Second. Hair And Teeth. A Man Got Those Two Things He's Got It All.

My Music Wasn't Written By Mozart, Beethoven, Bach Or Schubert. It's Written By God And Me. They Go "a One And A Two And Up." We Start On The Downbeat. Bam! And That's Where We Got Them.