Elvis Presley called me the King? Baby, I was the whole court, the orchestra, and the chandelier before he learned to shake a hip. by Little Richard

James, sit down, your own stage directions came with a stopwatch and a warning label.

I don't need a crown, baby, I need a microphone, a spotlight, and enough nerve to make y'all admit I built the house.

Sir, you were loud enough to qualify as weather, but let’s not pretend nobody noticed when I made your style wear a white suit.

Both of y'all arguing like I didn't have the hardest job: keeping a band, a wig, and the entire room in formation.

A white suit on you still looked like you borrowed confidence from the coat rack, honey.