Walls Have Ears - Elvis Presley

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make

Every time you stamp, throw a lamp, and every cup and dish you break

But they can’t hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight

So come on baby, don’t fight tonight

The walls have ears, better think before you fling that shoe

If you part my hair with a chair, they’ll spread the news to Timbuktu

Jets can fly, fast and high, rockets can go even faster

But they can’t catch or even match sound traveling through plaster

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make

Every time you stamp, throw a lamp, and every cup and dish you break

But they can’t hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight

So come on baby, don’t fight tonight

Just dim the light

Don’t fight tonight