Answer:
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
I don't live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?