I'm Lonely Like Adam And You're Evil

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

When You Get Down To The Nitty Gritty, Isn't It A Pity That In This Big City Not One Little Bitty Man Will Admit That He Could Have Been A Little Wrong.

Don't Criticize That Man Unless You Have Walked In His Shoes.

Didja Ever Get One Of Them Girls Who Just Wants To Watch The Show?

She Touched My Hand What A Chill I Got, Her Lips Are Like A Volcano That's Hot.