Run Runaway By Holder & Lea: Hold on! I like black and white (dreaming of black and white) You like black and white Run run away CHORUS See chameleon Lying there in the sun All things to everyone Run run away If you're in the swing (money ain't everything) If you're in the swing Run run away CHORUS If you gotta crush (don't beat about the bush) When I gotta crush Run run away CHORUS Oh now can't you wait (love don't come on a plate) Oh now can't you wait Run run away See there chameleon Lying there in the sun All things to everyone Run run away Run run away Run run away Run run away My Oh My By Holder & Lea: I beleive in woman, my oh my I beleive in lovin', my oh my Don' a women need a man Try and catch one if you can I beleive in woman, my oh my We all need someone to talk to my oh my We all need someone to talk to my oh my Ya need a shoulder to cry on Call me I'll be standing by We all need someone to talk to my oh my We all need a lot of lovin' my oh my Yeah, a whole lot of lovin' my oh my I can lend a helpin' hand if you ain't go nothing planned We all need some lovin' my oh oh MUSIC [ the dude singin' above plus a chorus sings rest of song ] So lets all swing together my oh my We can all swing together my oh my You've got troubles on your own No need to face them all alone We can all swing together my oh my So lets all pull together my oh my So lets all pull together my oh my We can ride the stormy weahter If we all get out and try So lets all pull together my oh my So lets all pull together my oh myyyyyy.... Don't Tame A Hurricane Holder/Lea I wanna, I wanna, I wanna tell ya � He'll be sharper than any razor, With a phoney idea of life He's got a hurdy-gurdy temper, To cut you like a knife hey, hey hey He's ever ready to catch the cheetah, You know the leopard don't change it's spots He's the international cocktail, Who'll end up on the rocks, woh oh oh Chorus So don't try to tame a damn hurricane, A hurricane'll backfire Don't try to tame a damn hurricane, You can't hold on to live wire You read a five year book on the good times, In the houses of ill refute Diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks, There ain't no substitute, no oh oh Chorus So don't try to tame a damn hurricane, A hurricane'll backfire Don't try to tame a damn hurricane, You can't hold on to live wire Woh oh oh oh oh, Hey hey hey hey, Woh oh oh oh oh I wanna, I wanna, I wanna tell ya, oh-oh oh-oh � The girlie's innocent airs took over, Her baby face did not engage Don't need no firm and learn relations, He'll never change his ways, no oh oh Chorus So don't try to tame a damn hurricane, A hurricane'll backfire Don't try to tame a damn hurricane, You can't hold on to live wire Don't try to tame him, blame him, The hurricane'll backfire Don't try to tame him, blame him, You can't hold on to live wire, woh oh Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply Holder/Lea The hero of the airtime at home and in no fit state Cos we have when it's two O thirty eight I need to relieve myself can't wait Blue light flashing comin' up a-right behind Get up Mary hittin' the cats eyes Trying hard to follow the white line I aint ready to face the law I ain't huntin' and that's for sure Wait it out just want an autograph Chorus So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away So keep your hands to yourself my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day hey hey A wine inceptor maybe they're flagging us down Now the boys in blue have their nose to the ground Watch him over can I see your licence sir I aint ready to blow in the bag I ain't ready to lose my rag Gotta work out what I'm gonna say Chorus So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away So keep your hands to yourself my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day hey hey Gotta get away Break I aint ready to face the law I ain't huntin' and that's for sure Better leave my gear stick alone Chorus So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away So keep your hands to yourself my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day hey hey Gotta get away Gotta get away High and Dry By Holder & Lea Over and over You're such a shy girl, see you every day Oh me oh my girl, don't know what to say Have you lost your voice? Are you spoilt for choice? My reputation's strictly for the birds Don't believe in everything you've heard How I operate You ain't got long to wait - we'll do it Chorus Over and over (don't you turn me over) Then I love 'em and leave 'em high Over and over (don't you turn me over) Then I love 'em and leave 'em high High and dry You take me home and I promise I'll behave Won't wake your ma, I'll be silent as the grave You'll be the first to crack Then you'll want me back - to do it Chorus R E P E A T You're such a shy girl, see you every day Oh me oh my girl, don't know what to say You want equality You won't get none of that from me - we'll do it Chorus R E P E A T I leave 'em, I leave 'em - high and dry I love 'em, I leave 'em - I love 'em, I leave 'em high I love 'em, I leave 'em, I heave 'em - high and dry I leave 'em high and dry I gonna leave 'em high "IN THE DOGHOUSE" Lyrics & Music by Noddy Holder and Jim Lea All them days of my youth were mis-spent We were running riot, fooling 'round wherever we went Everybody gone mad - Everybody gone mad Plenty good lovin' hanging out on the town Woe betide you if your lady caught you with your pants down There'd be trouble all night - There'd be trouble all right We got by without any money - You never shut your big mouth Got all kicked out in a hurry - Out in the dog house In The Dog House Beautiful, well, you know I'm a liar Don't look at the mantlepiece when you're poking at the fire What your mama don't know - Won't hurt her, no no All them days of my youth with no sense We'd be writing words of wisdom on the wall in the gents Dirty little rhymes from some dirty little minds We got by without any money - You never shut your big mouth Got all kicked out in a hurry - Out in the dog house In The Dog House We were flat broke skint in the local coffee bar Singing to the juke with a broken down guitar Everybody going mad - Everybody going mad Nowhere to go in the middle of the week Smoke a little, joke a little, use a bit of cheek There'd be trouble all night - There'd be trouble all right In The Dog House Slam The Hammer Down By Holder & Lea Intro NODDY (scream) from helicopter: Hey you - you up there Yeh you - can you hear me I said, I said - can you hear me Don't you listen to me, when I'm talking to you? If you can't go for it - you can't go for it - good! And that means you walk a new way - for what new's gonna comin'! She's a cool kinda mama Sure gonna slam the hammer down When your pistons are pumping Sure gonna slam the hammer down Oh when your body starts to shake It's time to loosen off the brake And ram it down Push the pedal to the metal Sure gonna slam the hammer down Gonna burn up the rubber Sure gonna slam the hammer down The checkered flag won't make you stop You keep on going 'til you drop And ramming it down Keep a moving and motor racing And the wheels go round and round Oh when you win you'll be celebrating Ready to slam the hammer on down Got a flash little chassis Screams when you slam the hammer down First, second, third and fourth Into top and ram the hammer down You know it's getting all too much When you're letting out the clutch And ramming it down Keep a moving, accelerating And you're waiting to face the crowd Now you're opening up a wide gap Ready to slam the hammer on down Yeah - yeah - yeah - yeh, yeh, yeh! You dun alright - you dun alright! You dun alright - you dun alright! Oh she's a cool kinda mama Sure gonna slam the hammer on down Get it up and ram it up And baby gonna ram the hammer down When you loosen off the brake Oh when you're body starts to shake Fill her up with juice then baby Gonna slam the hammer down Yeah, oh ah! "READY TO EXPLODE" Lyrics & Music by Noddy Holder and Jim Lea Sitting here in my mean machine - I'm ready to explode Looking out of my helmet at the faces I been wondering all night long - If I will live or die Yeah, it's always the same before the races I got some hot line information About the man who's occupation is driving the cars Standing out there on the grid And it's a kind of fascination - And it demands full concentration The kind of a job We all dreamed of as a kid I can see on the track ahead - the heat is rising high Gotta win for the team and it's never easy I been feeling the butterflies - strapped into my seat Yeah, and already the tension's getting to me We're waiting in anticipation For some official indication - They're ready to go Revving up and hit the road 'Cause it's another big occasion And there won't be no relaxation - They're ready to go And they're Ready To Explode You're gonna drive 'em round the bend Have a go on the chicane Gonna drive 'em round the bend Without a warning - Ready Now To Explode Who's gonna be the big sensation? Who'll be the champion of the nation? In one of them cars - Standing out there on the grid He's gonna get a big ovation Be the champion of the nation The kind of a thrill we all dreamed of as a kid I don't wanna break down And I wanna explode Don't let me break down I wanna explode Ever since I was just thirteen, I had a crazy, reoccuring dream To be faster than the speed of sound It was the only way to get around, oh yeah (Speeding in my dreams) Seventeen and I passed my test - Never settling for second best I knew right away what I'd like It was a 750 motorbike, oh yeah (Speeding in my dreams) I was living for speed Explode
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