A Quote by Elvis Presley

Do the Clam, do the Clam, grab your barefoot baby by the hand. — © Elvis Presley
Do the Clam, do the Clam, grab your barefoot baby by the hand.
Littlenecks and cherrystones are chewy and sweet on the half shell with mignonette, served raw. But a well-cooked clam is a toothsome, tender thing, full of that magical stuff known as clam liquor.
I make a wicked clam chowdah, and linguine with clam sauce. Oysters I like to eat raw, and mussels in either a white wine sauce or in beer with paprika.
Clam chowder is one of those subjects, like politics or religion, that can never be discussed lightly. Bring it up even incidentally, and all the innumerable factions of the clam bake regions raise their heads and begin to yammer.
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
Now, why is it that most of us can talk openly about the illnesses of our bodies, but when it comes to our brain and illnesses of the mind we clam up and because we clam up, people with emotional disorders feel ashamed, stigmatized, and don't seek the help that can make the difference.
It's all the same to the clam.
You can't escape the taste of the food you had as a child. In times of stress, what do you dream about? Your mother's clam chowder. It's security, comfort. It brings you home.
I don't like to interview people in front of their friends; they clam up.
When I am really angry, I clam up, go cold.
When I see that things are not going the way they should be, I just clam up.
The smallest form of life, even an ant or a clam, is equal to a human being
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Put me in a room with a songwriter, and I just clam up. I get shy.
Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.
Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.
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