Paroles

Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)
Never Been Sold Before
Hard Hearted Alice
Crazy Little Child
Working Up A Sweat
Muscle Of Love
Man With The Golden Gun
Teenage Lament '74
Woman Machine

Big Apple Dreamin (Hippo)

We're so young and pretty
We're so young and clean
So many things
That we have never seen
Let's move from Ohio
Sell this dam' old store
Big Apple dreamin'
On a wooden floor

Skyscrapers
And subways and stations
Starin up
At the United Nations

New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Heard about them massages
And all those dirty shows
I read somewhere
Some places never close
While we waste time on yokels
Comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin'
On a wooden floor

Skyscrapers
And subways and stations
Starin up
At the United Nations

New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Skyscrapers
And subways and stations
Starin up
At the United Nations

New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as though as you sound

New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as though as you sound

Yeah, New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Can't as though as you sound

New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Oh, New York,
Oh, New York we're coming
Oh, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound
Me and my baby, we're coming
Oh, we're coming
They're waiting for you and me, baby

Never Been Sold Before

You ask me, babe
"Can you work tonight?"
I've been up, babe
Since broad daylight

I just can't believe
That you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You're like whore

Oh yeah, I'm bad tonight,
You really like my style
Can't even buy my smile

I just can't believe
That you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You're like whore

Now I find I come around
Just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of tradin' tricks and dicks
And I'm, I'm really sick of you
Oh I

Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again

I just can't believe
That you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You little whore, no, no, no, no, no

I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
Oh, I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt a-gain

Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again

Hard Hearted Alice

NIghts coast to coast
Work hard as as a ghost
When you live in a countdown
Time is free as a jailbird
At least that's what I've heard
When you live in a

Love comes cheap at a swap meet
It all comes so dirt cheap
When you live in a bedroom
Love that's deep as a lever
But that ain't a mesure
When you live in a castle

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah

Mind gets scrambled like eggs
Gets bruised and erased
When you live in a brainstorm
Noise seems logically right
Ringing in the night
When you live in an airport

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah

Hard hearted Alice
Is what we want to be
Hard hearted Alice
Is what you want to see

Hard hearted Alice
Is what we want to be
Hard hearted Alice
Is what you want to see

Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Had him put away
Nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression settin' in
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit petty thief

So Jackson went to Ritz
And ev'ryone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
If you need another boy
A trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around

Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
Once over, then he smiled
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two
I think you'll like the view
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
And grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by," that's right

Well, I'll wait for you outside
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise
Couple of unspectin' guys
And they left poor Jackson inside

Questions there were few
In fact there were none
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
Lay dying on the floor
With a smokin' forty four
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
We buried him today
Nothing we could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
Yes, his last words were
I must admit the winos were right

Working Up A Sweat

Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

Muscle Of love

Who's the Queen of the lockeroom?
Who's the cream of the crop?
Joey took her to the matine (Joey took her to the matinee)
Thank God she wouldn't stop (Said "God, she wouldn't stop")

Holy muscle of love, my heart's a muscle

Well I must have gone to their crazy head, (well it must have gone to their crazy head)
Where everything is hot.
Cuz I don't know if the things I'm thinkin'
I know the thoughts are not (are normal thoughts or not).

Holy muscle of love, my heart's a muscle

I read Dad's books like I did before,
Now things are crystal clear.
Lock the door in the bathroom now,
I just can't get caught in here.

I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Must be a gift from above

Man With The Golden Gun

The man with the golden gun
He`s waiting somewhere out there
For you

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

Demand for the golden gun
It's high priced precise and true

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

The man with the golden gun in his pocket, Oh, oh
The man with the golden gun in his case, Oh, oh
The man with the golden gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for you

He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for yo-ou

He's, The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in your face

The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man who gave you the golden gun

Tennage Lament '74

That a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get though your teens
Well, I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in
I looked like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna live today

I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
I thought that fifteen
Was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast way the clouds
But somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down"

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna cry all day

And I know trouble is brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blonde hair, oh,oh, oh

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna live today

But even I don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
No!

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna live today

What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do (Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

Woman Machine

he'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine

Brain of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine

She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman

She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine