In My Beach Shack, We'll

The Walls Have Ears, Ears That Hear Each Little Sound You Make Every Time You Stamp, Throw A Lamp.

Number 47 Said To Number 3, You're The Cutest Jailbird I Ever Did See.

He Holds His Guitar Like A Tommy Gun.

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Son. You Never Walked In That's Man Shoes.

Do What's Right For You, So Long As It Don't Hurt No One.