In my beach shack, we'll be alone. In my beach shack, I'll make you feel at home.
I love only one girl, one in every town.
I hope I didn't bore you too much with my life story.
The child needs a helping hand or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day.
A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.
Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.