Hiss, Alger Filmography

• The 20th Century: A Moving Visual History
  1999, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Nixon
  1995, role: actor , character name: Himself - Testifying before HUAC
• The Trials of Alger Hiss
  1980, role: actor , character name: Himself
• McCarthy: Death of a Witch Hunter
  1975, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Your Butt - Walker Hayes
• Without Loving A Woman - Walker Hayes
• Why Wait For Summer - Walker Hayes
• Pants - Walker Hayes
• One Flight Stand - Walker Hayes
• No Body - Walker Hayes
• Kitchen Table - Walker Hayes
• Bring That Booty - Walker Hayes

Songwriter: Hayes, Walker
Dadgum it, girl, you made me look
Didn't mean to take a peak I took
But them double-Ds would make Stevie Wonder stare
Don't waste one twist of your neck
Lookin' o'er your shoulder to check
If I'm checkin' out your derriere
Lord knows I'm a sucker for some junk in the trunk
But I'd be crazy to sneak a peak at your behind
Bet your booty is a beauty, but I won't test my luck
'Cause your butt ain't worth my baby, butt ain't worth my baby
Butt ain't worth my baby kickin' mine
Oh, no
Ain't worth my baby kickin' mine
Baby, maybe you're packin' somethin' plump
One of them stairmasters has the grumps
Your tushie could be on top of the bottom scale
But I don't give a rat's money made
Girl, your tuckus takes the cake
My peepers won't be chasin' your tail
Lord knows I'm a sucker for some junk in a trunk
But I'd be crazy to sneak a peak at your behind
Bet your booty is a beauty, but I won't test my luck
'Cause your butt ain't worth my baby, butt ain't worth my baby
Butt ain't worth my baby kickin' mine
Out the door, to the curb
So you can forget yours, I'm stickin' with hers
Lord knows I'm a sucker for some junk in a trunk
But I'd be crazy to sneak a peak at your behind
Bet your booty is a beauty, but I won't test my luck
'Cause your butt ain't worth my baby, butt ain't worth my baby

Songwriters: Haselden, Tony; Hayes, Walker
Well, last night I had a dream that I was a star
Watchin' the world glow in the dark
A million miles away
Yeah, I was chillin' out in space
I heard a little voice from out of the blue
He said, "I hear Earth is pretty cool
"And that life on it
"Is 'bout as crazy as it gets"
I said, "I been there, and you heard right"
He said, "Ya got any tips
"'Cause it looks like I'm on the next ship"
Well, I just shined for a second
And said, "Well, I reckon
"You oughta laugh so hard, your face gets tired
"Put on a sweatshirt fresh out the dryer
"Play on a team, sing in a choir
"And stand for somethin'
"Check out the Beatles, Bach, and Bocephus
"Build your house on a rock named Jesus
"Try the beer and cherish every breath you breathe
"And don't you leave
"Without loving a woman"
Suck on a honeysuckle flower and a muscadine
Blow the little things off a dandelion
And learn how to whistle
Keep it Mayberry simple
Swallow your pride, but never your tears
Don't be afraid of nothin' but fear
Chase dreams like lightnin' bugs
Grow old, but don't grow up
And just because you can't look out and see the wind
Don't mean it ain't worth believin' in
Forgive and forget
But don't forget
To watch "Old Yeller" and read "Huck Finn"
Climb a live oak and go out on a limb
Get a chili dog at the do-drop in
And some banana puddin'
Check out the Beatles, Bach, and Bocephus
Build your house on a rock named Jesus
Try the beer and cherish every breath you breathe
And don't you leave
Without loving a woman
Well, I woke up to her sweet sleepy smile
And just laid there being grateful for a little while
I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Mornin', honey"
Then I whispered to the baby kickin' in her tummy
"Well, giver your old man and your mama a break
"Drop by your granny's for a couple tea cakes
"Make friends, make mistakes, and learn from 'em
"Check out the Beatles, Bach, and Bocephus
"Build your house on a rock named Jesus
"Heaven's waitin', but cherish every breath you breathe
"And don't you leave
"Oh, whatever you do, don't you leave

Songwriters:
Well, I'm over-worked and under-paid
And it's overcast, gloomy, and gray
The days are gettin' shorter, the nights are gettin' colder
Summertime is gone, but that don't mean it's over
I've got a dime-store cooler made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward Pensacola
But before I go, I had to phone ya
And say, "Hey, sugar, shotgun's where I want ya
"With not much more than your sunscreen on ya
"There's a sweet little piece of beach with our name on it
"So, doggone it
"Why wait for summer
"Why wait for summer to show up
"Why wait when somewhere down there
"Summer is waiting on us"
Summer is waiting on us
Let's bust a move south towards that equator
And get the heck out of this refrigerator
Let's follow that heat to a summer wonderland
We're gonna make snow angels in the soft white sand
I've got a dime-store cooler made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward Pensacola
But before I go, I had to phone ya
And say, "Hey, sugar, shotgun's where I want ya
"With not much more than your sunscreen on ya
"There's a sweet little piece of beach with our name on it
"So, doggone it
"Why wait for summer
"Why wait for summer to show up
"Why wait when somewhere down there
"Summer is waiting on us"
Summer is waiting on us
Why wait for summer to show
Why wait for summer

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun
Ever since I was suckin' my thumb
But push came to shove
When I fell in love with my baby
Yeah, my baby
Well, you could say she's over bearin'
In fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearin'
And I can't go fishin'
Without her permission, but I ain't complainin'
We got an arrangement
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans
That woman's wish is my command
Yeah, I'm telling you
I've got more honey-do's than a fruit truck on 40
But I'll get 'em done shortly
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take 'em off her
Well, she can push me around
But when the sun goes down
Look out, there's a new sheriff in town
Well, I get a whole lot of flak from the fellas
But I reckon that they're just jealous
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
Yeah, long as I can take 'em off her

Songwriter: Hayes, Walker
Well, she was cussin' out her carry-on
Tryin' to stuff it in the over head baggage bin
Well, he was crossin' his fingers hopin'
Luck was 'bout to bring her to the empty seat next to him
Well, they shared a soft chuckle as he got unbuckled
And gave her a hand with a smile
She whispered, "Appreciate it"
He said, "Sugar, take your pick
"Window or aisle"
Well, she slipped on in, said, "Thanks again
"I love lookin' down at the clouds"
Well, he sat down, and said, "Speakin' of clouds,
"I'm on cloud nine right now
"Did I say that out loud"
Well, they missed the stewardess' demonstrationon
On floatation devices and oxygen masks
'Cause they were too busy countin' off,
Kiddin' like a couple of kids in the back of the class
And the higher they flew
The further they fell into
A mile high, real life, fairytale
Whoa-oh, love took off
It wasn't ever gonna land
Yes, it was anything but
Anything but a one flight stand
Well, a message from the cap'n said "We're cruisin'
"At an altitude of thirty-two thousand feet"
Of course, he could've said, "We're crashing
"Get your seatbelts fastened", then they
Would never would have skipped a beat
They only quit flirtin' for a minute
Just to tell the flight attendant,
"Two ginger ales and two bags of peanuts"
Straight tables down, cocktails up
She said, "Cheers"; he said, "Here's to us"
And the further they flew
The further they fell into
A mile high, real life, fairytale
Whoa-oh, love took off
It wasn't ever gonna land
Yes, it was anything but
Anything but a one flight stand
Well, they sipped and snacked, they loved and laughed
To the bottom of their plastic cups
When the cap'n came back, said, "We're beginnin' our descent
"So put your seat back and tray tables up"
Well, he yanked a new paint-backed bubble gum
Out of his pocket and tore off the top
Picked out a sticker, said, "Sugar, chew this
"It'll help your pretty ears pop"
And the lower they flew
The further they fell into
A mile high, real life, fairytale
Whoa-oh, love took off
It wasn't ever gonna land
Yes, it was anything but
Anything but a one flight stand
Well, the wheels touched the ground, and the plane slowed down
And taxied on over to the gate
She blushed when he said, "I'd kiss you goodbye
"But I never kiss on a first date"
Well, he grabbed a barf bag from the a seat back pocket
She pulled a pen out of her purse
He ripped it in two, wrote his number on one
And on the other half,
Yeah, on that other half

Your lips, your tongue
Your tootsies-footsies, fingertips and thumbs
Darlin', they ain't close to perfect
Oh, no
No, no, they ain't close to perfect
Your skin, your hair
Your chin, your teeth, your cheeks, both pair
Darlin', they ain't close to perfect
Whoo
No, no, no, they ain't close to perfect
Now, now, now
Whoo-hoo, ain't lyin'
Sugar, now
Whoo-hoo-hoo
Ain't no denyin'
That there ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
You're a pretty little piece
Fine as it gets
Oh, yeah
There ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
Darlin', you ain't close to perfect
You is for all you is
Yeah, that's right
C'mon, sugar
Your knees, your ankles
Your elbows, wrist, hips, and love handles
Darlin', they ain't close to perfect
No, no, they ain't close to perfect
Your tummy, your belly button
And every lovin' button below and above 'em
Darlin', they ain't close to perfect
No, no, they ain't close to perfect
Now, now, now
Whoo-hoo, ain't playin'
Sugar, now, whoo-hoo-hoo
What I'm sayin'
Is there ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
You're a pretty little piece
Fine as it gets
Oh, yeah
No, there ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
Darlin', you ain't close to perfect
You is for all you is
Your dimples, freckles, subtles, feckles, birth and beauty marks
Your special, secret, public, private, curvy girly parts
Your top, bottom, back, front, both sides, and your middle
Your bells and whistles sizzle like popsicles on a griddle
Sugar, for shizzle
There ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
You're a pretty little piece
Fine as it gets
Oh, yeah
No, there ain't no body like your body
No body like yours
Darlin', you ain't close to perfect
You is
You is
You is
You is

Songwriters: Hayes, Walker; Nelson, Paul Norris
It was used, but it looked new
To a couple kids like me and you
So we threw it in the truck
And took the slow way home
We made out at every light,
Fogged up the windows in our drive
Then we carried it to the kitchen
Where we christened it all night long
Blood, sweat, tears
All those years
Soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain
Cracked, scratched, and stained
We left all the love we were able
On the kitchen table
Years have passed, and now our love's
Cold as the coffee in our cups
We've sat here sippin' since we
Try to work this out
But if this faded table top
Could talk, it'd tell us all we've got
To lose, but it cannot, so
Let's remember now
All the blood, sweat, tears
All those years
Soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain
Cracked, scratched, and stained
Let's leave all the love that we're able
On the kitchen table
On the kitchen table
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blood, sweat, tears
All those years
Soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain
Cracked, scratched, and stained
Let's leave all the love that we're able
On the kitchen table
(Blood, sweat, tears
All those years
Soaked inside the maple)
On the kitchen table
(Passion and pain
Cracked, scratched, and stained
Let's leave all the love that we're able)

Songwriter: Hayes, Walker
Sugar, why're you booty calling me
You know what the answer'd be
Your body's wasting cell phone minutes
Sweet talking me into hintin'
Shut your mouth and save your breath
And keep your goofy booty texts
Next time you wanna do the nasty
Don't be dumb enough to ask me
Just bring that booty
Don't, don't need to make a booty call
Just bring that booty
You don't, you don't need to beg me at all
You want booty, I got booty, I want booty
Bring it to me
Bring that booty to the house
That booty to the house
Oh, yeah
Sugar, do I feel like doing it
Does Dolly Parton have huge...hits
You want scratchin' for your itchin'
Sugar, my arm don't need no twistin'
I don't need no heads up
I'm a sucker for a little sweet somethin', somethin'
Booty calls ain't necessary
I'm your booty huckleberry
Just bring that booty
Don't, don't need to make a booty call
Just bring that booty
Don't, don't need to beg me at all
You want booty, I got booty, I want booty
Bring it to me
Bring that booty to the house
Bring it
Sugar, you got booty on your mind
Well, you bet your booty booty's on mine
So put your junk in a trunk in your hoot-ay
And bring that juicy, fruity booty t-over booty to me
Bring that booty to the house
Shake it down, y'all, shake it down
I said, bring that booty hou--
Brake it down, y'all
I said, bring that booty
Don't, don't need to make a booty call
Just bring that booty
You don't, you don't need to beg me at all
You want booty, I got booty, I want booty
Bring it to me
Bring that booty to the house