Dirty
Eyes (A.
Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
you hypnotise
honey
yeah honey
you do it
do it good
do it alright
every night
when you turn off the light
it's outta sight
alright you hypnotise
and mesmerise
with your dirty eyes
dirty eyes
your dirty eyes
breathin'
breathin' heavy
heavy
heavy breathin'
sends shivers down my spine
make me so glad
that your mine
that's what turns me on and on
all night long
you hypnotise
mesmerise
with your dirty eyes
dirty eyes
you got dirty eyes
dirty eyes
dirty eyes
dirty eyes
dirty eyes, I love your dirty eyes
dirty eyes
dirty eyes, right through me
dirty eyes
dirty eyes, dirty eyes
dirty eyes, I love your dirty eyes
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Touch
Too Much ( from VOLTS ) (A.
Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
yeah, yeah, yeah
bottles on the floor
room is spinnin round
you
ask for more
me I'm 'bout to drown
trying to find the light
searching for the switch
might as well be a dead man
lying in a ditch
Texas road miles cross my eyes
way I feel come as no surprise
ask what you want just to suck you in
now I'm being sucked on, it's a sin
promise you everything
down on my bended knees
devil and old man jack
put a spell on me
feels like a touch
a touch too much
feels like a touch
a touch too much
very next day
the telephone rang
she's said she's all alone
wanna prove you're a man
well how could I say no
I was up and on my way
I knew the ball game
she wanted to play
oh that woman
she was in control
bruised my body made a mess of my soul
you never know what happened to me
made me as happy as a man could be
I had a touch
a touch too much
she had a touch
a touch too much
a man can be happy
a man can be sad
she gave me everything I never had
she had a touch
a touch too much
you never know what happened to me
made me as happy as a man can be
I had a touch
a touch too much
she had a touch
a touch too much
a man can be happy
a man can be sad
she gave me everything I never had
she had a touch
a touch too much
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If
You Want Blood ( from VOLTS )
(A. Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
it's criminal
there ought to be a law
it's criminal
and you know what were shooting for
shouting at the other guy
when his back is turned
don't know the reason why
ain't it 'bout time you learned
if you want blood, you got it
if you want blood, you got it
blood on the streets
blood on the rocks
blood on the gutter
give you last drop
you want blood, you got it
it's animal
living in the human zoo
it's animal
and I know what you gotta do
it's the curse of the workin' man
giving more and getting less
doing everything he can
cleanin' up the mess
if you want blood, you got it
if you want blood, you got it
blood on the streets
blood on the rocks
blood on the gutter
give you last drop
you want blood, you got it
you want blood
you want blood
blood on the streets
blood on the rocks
blood on the gutter
give you last drop
you want blood, you got it
if you want blood, you got it
if you want blood, you got it
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Back
Seat Confidential (A.
Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
old man's car it's Saturday night
got me a woman me feel alright
rock 'n' rollin at the drive in show
gonna sit in the back in the passion row
turn up soundtrack turn down the lights
chance she won't there's chance she might
ain't no woman in the world I know
ain't had her knickers on the automobile floor
what's that sound
things goin' down
look at what's going round
back seat confidential
said to buy a rubber by the cigarette
stand
dying to get it off so that I can get it in
doing my best to make good connection
she say what you gonna do 'bout my protection
all right mama gotta listen to me
last chance thrill it's half past three
huggin' an a kissin' will be real nice
every man's got his price
what's that sound
things are goin' down
bit of passion around
back seat confidential
old man's car it's Saturday night
got me a woman me feel alright
rock 'n' rollin at the drive in show
gonna sit in the back in the passion row
turn up the soundtrack turn down the lights
chance she won't but there's chance she might
ain't no woman in the world I know
ain't had her knickers on the back seat floor
what's that sound
things are goin' down
bit of passion around
around
back seat confidential
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Get
It Hot ( from VOLTS )
(A. Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
no money, easy going
nothing gonna get me down
I don't worry, 'bout nothing
nobody gonna push me round
young women, I love em, hey
don't matter if they're black or white
an I'm thinkin', 'bout you baby
and what you're gonna do tonight
get it hot
I got the touch and you got the spot
get it hot
you don't want a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
daddy say some day I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not
country girl, big city
baby let me show you round
feeling good, feeling pretty
baby we can go downtown
good livin', good lovin'
it's all I ever wanna do
sun setting, moon rising
I wanna make a messa you
get it hot
I got the touch and you got the spot
get it hot
you don't want a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
some day baby I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not
young woman, your daddy
told you 'bout the birds an bees
mouth drippin', wild honey
falling down around your knees, now listen
you got it, and I want it
we can make a fair exchange
one body, one dollar,
and baby you can keep the change
get it hot
I got the touch you got the spot
get it hot
gonna give you a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
some day I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not
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Sin City
(A. Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
diamonds and dust
poor man last
rich man first
Lamborghini's, caviar
dry martini's, Shangrila
I got a burnin' feeling
deep inside of me
it's a yearnin'
but I'm gonna set it free
in going in
to sin city
I'm gonna win
in sin city
where the lights are bright
do the town tonight
I'm gonna win
in sin city
roll ya baby
and there's ladders and there's snakes
ladders give
snakes take
rich man poor man
beggar man thief
ain't got a hope in hell
that's my belief
Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
they're getting ready
cause I'm coming in
so spin that wheel
cut that pack
roll those loaded dice
bring on the dancin' girls and put the Champaign on ice
I'm goin' in
to sin city
I'm gonna win
in sin city
where the lights are bright
do the town tonight
I'm gonna win
in sin city
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Walk
All Over You (A. Young
/ M. Young / B. Scott)
outta my way I'm a running high
take a chance with me and ya give it a try
ain't no woman in the world I know
ain't I lookin' for an overflow
baby I ain't got much
resistance to your touch
take off your high heels and let down your hair
paradise ain't far from there
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
do anything you want me to (walk all over you) baby
I wanna walk all over
you
reflections on the bedroom wall
and girl you thought you'd seen it all
we're rising falling like at sea
you look so good under me
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
do anything you want me to (walk all over you) to you
I wanna walk all over
you
moanin' groanin' stereo
so gimme the stage I'm gonna steal the show
leave on the lace and turn off the light
tonight is gonna be the night
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
do anything you want me to (walk all over you), baby
I wanna walk all over
you
I wanna walk all over you
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T.N.T.
(A. Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
(oi, oi, oi, oi)
see me ride out of the sunset
on your colour tv screen
out for all that I can get
if you know what I mean
women to the left of me
and women to the right
ain't got no gun
ain't got no knife
well don't you start no fight
tell you why
cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode
dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
public enemy number one
understand
so lock up your daughter
lock up your wife
lock up your back door
and run for your life
the man is back in town
don't you mess me around
cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode
(oi, oi, oi)
(oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi)
I'm dynamite
(oi, oi, oi)
I'll win the fight,
( oi, oi, oi)
I'm a power load
watch me explode
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She's
Got Balls (A. Young /
M. Young / B. Scott)
she's got style my lady
makes me smile my lady
she's got class my lady
gotta spunky ass my lady
got speed my baby
got what I need my lady
she's got the ability
to make a man out of me
but most important of all
let me tell ya
lady's got balls
she's got balls, she's got balls, she's got balls
she's got soul my lady
likes to crawl my lady
all around the floor
on her hands and knees
just to please me
she does she does she does
but most important of all
let me tell ya
the lady's got balls
she's got balls, she's got balls, she's got balls
scratch em
she's got taste my lady
got a fast pace my lady
she makes my heart race
every time she sits on my face
she's got balls my baby
likes to crawl my lady
all 'round the floor
no one has to tell her what a fella is for
but I wanna tell you all
lady's got balls
she's got balls, she's got balls, baby she's got balls
balls
balls
she's got balls
balls
she's got balls
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School
Days Chuck
Berry
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It's
A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock 'N' Roll)
(A. Young / M. Young / B. Scott)
ridin' down the highway
goin' to a show
stop in all the byways
playin' rock 'n' roll
gettin' robbed
gettin' stoned
gettin' beat up
broken boned
gettin' had
gettin' took
I tell you folks it's harder than it looks
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
if you think it's easy doin' one night stands
try playin' in a rock roll band
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
hotel motel
make you wanna cry
ladies do the hard sell
know the reason why
gettin' old
gettin' grey
gettin' ripped off
under-paid
gettin' sold
second hand
that's how it goes playin' in a band
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
if you wanna be a star of stage and screen
look out it's rough and mean
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
well it's a long way
it's a long way, you should've told me
it's a long way
such a long way
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Ride
On (A. Young / M. Young
/ B. Scott)
it's another lonely evenin'
in another lonely town
but I ain't to young to worry
and I ain't to old to cry
when a woman gets me down
got another empty bottle
and another empty bed
ain't to young to admit it
and I'm not too old to lie
I'm just another empty head
that's why I'm lonely, I'm so lonely
but I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna ride on, ride on
standing on the edge of the road
thumb in the air
one of these days I'm gonna, change my evil ways
'til then I'll just keep
riding on
broke another promise
and I broke another heart
but I ain't to young to realise
that I ain't to old to try
try to get back to the start
and it's another red-light nightmare
on another red-light street
and I ain't too old to hurry
cause I ain't too old to die
but I sure am hard to beat
but I'm lonely, lord I'm lonely
what I'm gonna do
(ride on, ride on) got myself a one-way ticket
(ride on, ride on) going the wrong way
gonna change my evil ways, one of these days
one of these days
ride on, ride on, ride on, gonna ride
on
I'm gonna ride on
lookin' for a truck
keep on ridin'
ridin' on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
(ride on, ride on) gonna have myself a good time
(ride on, ride on) yeah, yeah ,yeah
one of these days, one of these days
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