HOT LEGS (ROD STEWART)
Whoīs that, knocking on my door?
Itīs gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you, again, coming īround for more?
Well, you can love me tonight, if you want,
but in the morning make sure youīre gone.
Iīm talkinī to you: hot legs, wearing me out...
...you can scream and shout...are you still in school?
I love you, honey. Gotta most persuasive tongue.
You promise all kinds of fun but what you donīt understand:
Iīm a working man. Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time youīre finished with me...youīre an alley cat...
...you scratch my back...bring your mother, too...
...Imagine how my daddy felt in your jet black suspender belt,
seventeen years old, heīs touching sixty four.
You got legs right up to your neck,
youīre making me a physical wreck...in your satin shoes...
...youīre making me a fool...making your mark...
...keep my pencil sharp...keep your hands to yourself...
...youīre still in school...
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YOUīRE INSANE (ROD STEWART)
You must be crazy or half insane.
Look at your eyeballs, street cocaine.
You drink that white rum, you hit the roof,
what do you expect, one-five-one proof?
You drive your Mustang down Sunset Strip
and in the back seat, a big black whip.
Look at your lipstick, all īround your face.
Everything you do is in bad taste.
Baby, I think youīre cute, but thereīs no substitute for love.
Honey, itīs a crying shame this whole mad town thinks youīre insane.
You take me dancing but I canīt dance,
but when I try to, you start to laugh.
You shake your hips, child, like a rattle snake,
you make me jealous, make no mistake.
You went to Woodstock and all that trash,
your generation is fading fast.
You wear them: hot pants, theyīre out of style.
You like brown sugar, I think itīs vile...
...One of these nights, child, it wonīt be long, somebody,
somewhere, whoīs big and strong in a dark alley,
a blood stained coat,
heīll stick his long thing right down your throat...
...Lord have mercy. Hey, baby, I think...You got no brain...
...Tell me, baby, can you play harp...? play bass...?
...play guitar...? play drum? Then...
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YOUīRE IN MY HEART -The Final Acclaim- (ROD STEWART)
I didnīt know what day it was when you walked into the room.
I said "hello!" unnoticed, you said "goodbye!" too soon.
Breezing through the clientele, spinning yarns that were so lyrical,
I really must confess right here the attraction was purely physical.
I took all those habits of yours
that in the beginning were hard to accept:
your fashion sense, Beardsly prints, I put down to experience.
The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent,
who tried to change my point of view.
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed but my heart cried out for you.
Youīre in my heart...in my soul,
youīll be my breath, should I grow old?
You are my lover...my best friend...
...My love for you is immeasurable,
my respect for you, immense...ageless, timeless,
lace and fineness...beauty and elegance...
...a rhapsody, a comedy...a symphony and a play...
...every love song ever written but,
honey, what do you see in me...?
...an essay in glamour, please, pardon the grammar,
but youīre every schoolboyīs dream...
...Celtic, United but, baby, Iīve decided...
the best team Iīve ever seen.
And there have been many affairs, many times Iīve thought to leave,
but I bite my lip and turn around īcause...
...the warmest thing Iīve ever found...
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BORN LOOSE (ROD STEWART)
Oowe, baby! donīt you count on me to be here when the sun goes down,
īcause all those mean old friends of mine are calling...
...way down the line.
Somebody send me a one way ticket,
got to get away from here, put me on a jet back to London city,
gotta get a belly full of beer,
smile for the camera, please, mind your manner,
youīve got to keep your image clean.
Clench your fist and donīt you take a piss,
makes you wanna slash your wrist.
Stand up, shut up, sit down, throw up, all I wanna do is sing!
Responsibility and fidelity never meant a thing to me.
I was born loose, running wild, keep your hands off,
child, canīt change me now...
...Keep your hands off me, baby, īcause youīre too late...
...Big bombs are crashinī, never stop clashinī,
wanting every woman in town.
Some tried to train me, one tried to maim me,
but you canīt keep a good man down.
Church bells ringinī, all the kids singinī
when we played the last date on the tour.
Janis and Jimi, canīt you hear me knockinī on heavenīs door?
Born loose, was...baby, slow me down, you canīt...
...Wrong side of my mama...my daddy...the tracks...
...now, baby...to change me now, never...
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YOU KEEP ME HANGINī ON (ROD STEWART)
Set me free, why donīt you, baby?
Get out of my life...
...You really donīt want me, you just keep me hanging on,
you really donīt need me...
...Why do you keep coming around, playing with my heart?
Why donīt you get out of my life
and help me to make a new start?
Let me get over you the way you got over me...
...You really donīt want me, child...
...You never, never, never needed me...
...You said when we broke up you just wanted to be friends.
Tell me, how can we still be friends
when seeing you just breaks my heart again
and there ainīt nothing I can do about it?...
...You really donīt need me, baby...why donīt you, honey?...
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-IF LOVING YOU IS WRONG- I DONīT WANT TO BE RIGHT (ROD STEWART)
If loving you is wrong, I donīt wanna be right.
If being right means being without you,
Iīd rather live a wrong doing life.
Your mama and daddy say itīs a shame,
itīs a downright disgrace.
Long as I got you by my side I donīt care what your people say.
Your friends tell you thereīs no future in loving a married man.
If I canīt see you when I want to, Iīll see you when I can...
...Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you
knowing I got a wife and two little children depending on me, too?
And am I wrong to hunger for the gentleness of your touch
knowing I got somebody else at home who needs me just as much?
And are you wrong to fall in love with a married man?
And am I wrong trying to hold on to the best thing I ever had?...
...Are you wrong to give your love to a married man?...
...if it means sleeping alone at night...
...if it means coming home at night...
...I donīt wanna never, never, never be right...
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YOU GOT A NERVE (ROD STEWART)
Here you stand with tears in your eyes, crying into my arms,
pleading with me to take you back, teasing me with your charms.
But you got a nerve to come round here
after all youīve said and done.
I thought I had seen everything, obviously, I was wrong,
īcause where were you when the sun went down?
Skies turned dark and gray...when the north winds blew?
Honey, tell me!...I heard you were living down in Brazil
with them high class friends of mine.
I canīt believe I was so naive, did I never once cross your mind?
You told them all, I was down and out.
My existence, you even denied. Oh!
What pleasure it gives me now to know that youīre bleeding inside!
You were my life...my breath...every move I ever made,
but recently my opinionīs changed.
The jokeīs on you, Iīm afraid, īcause I have a woman so beautiful,
for you I could no longer wait.
Please, go away, you may spoil everything,
your love has turned up too late...
...I loved you once, I donīt love you now...
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I WAS ONLY JOKING (ROD STEWART)
Ever since I was a kid at school
I messed around with all the rules.
Apologised, then realised Iīm not different after all.
Me and the boys thought we had it sussed, Valentinos all of us.
My dad said we looked ridiculous, but, boy, we broke some hearts.
In and out of jobs, running free, waging war with society,
dumb blank faces stare back at me,
but nothing ever changed promises made in the heat of the night,
creeping home before it got too light.
I wasted all that precious time and blamed it on the wine.
I was only joking, my dear, looking for a way to hide my fear.
What kind of fool was I?
I could never win, never found a compromise,
collected lovers like butterflies.
Illusions of that grand first prize are slowly wearing thin.
Susy, baby, you were good to me giving love unselfishly,
but you took it all too seriously, I guess it had to end...
...Now you ask me if Iīm sincere,
thatīs the question that I always fear.
Verse seven is never clear,
but Iīll tell you what you want to hear.
I try to give you all you want,
but giving love is not my strongest point.
If thatīs the case itīs pointless going on, Iīd rather be alone,
īcause what Iīm doing must be wrong,
pouring my heart out in a song, owning up for prosperity,
for the whole damn world to see quietly now while I turn a page.
Act one is over without costume change.
The principal would like to leave the stage,
the crowd donīt understand...
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I WISH IT WOULD RAIN (ROD STEWART)
Sunshine, blue skies, please go away,
my love has found another, gone away.
Withered up my future, my life is filled with gloom,
day after day, I stay locked up in my room.
I know to you it might sound strange,
but I wish it would rain.
Curse so badly, I dont want to go outside,
everyone knows that a man aint supposed to cry.
Listen, Ive got to cry, īcause crying sheds the pain.
To the world outside, my tears, I refuse to explain...Let it rain.
Looking down at my tear,
stained face pressed against the window pane,
but I search the sky desperately for rain,
īcause raindrops will hide my teardrops,
no one will ever know when Im crying,
crying when I go outside...
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JEALOUS GUY (ROD STEWART)
I was dreaming of the past and my heart was beatinī fast,
I began to lose control...
...I didnīt want to hurt you and Iīm sorry I made you cry,
no!...no, I didnīt care. Iīm just a jealous guy.
I was feeling insecure, you might not need me anymore,
I was shivering inside...
...I donīt want nobody messing with you, oh, no...!
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