I'm no hillbilly singer.
Then came Act II, you seemed to change and acted strange, and why I'll never know.
Hey buddy, don't you be no square, if you can't find a partner use a wooden chair.
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.
Didja ever get one of them girls who just wants to watch the show?
Never wait for tomorrow, what if tomorrow never comes?