I Am Continually Embarrassed By

My Singing Is Part Of Me, Like My Stoutness, Or My Light Hair, Or My Poor Eyesight.

I Am Exceedingly Lucky That My Voice, Along With Perfect Pitch And Perfect Rhythm, Was Given Me At Birth.

Every Small Town Has Its Dramatic Group, Its Barber-shop Quartet, Every Home Has Music In One Form Or Another.

I Vowed That Whenever My Family Needed Me, I Would Give Up Everything To Go To Them, No Matter What. The Show Must Go On Was Meaningless To Me.

If Rock-and-roll Is Well Done, There's Nothing So Terribly Wrong With That Kind Of Music. But The Lyrics Are Another Story.