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are you ready

Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready

Sweet apple pie
Standing in the street
Hands outta line
Looking for some meat (heat?)
She take you high
When you feel her sting
She make you fly
And you know you're coming

Who all need it - who
Who all need it - you
Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

She making eyes
At everything she meet
ain't it a crime
When she make you pump heat
She make you fly
Because that's her thing
She make you dry
And you know you're broken in

Who all need it, who all need it
(yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

Get with it

Who all need it, who all need it
You all breathe it, we all breathe it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
I want a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you, are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
Good, good, good, good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready, ready, ready

Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time

We roll tonight [We're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh

Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'Cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you

We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you

Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah

We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute

For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)

Shoot, shoot (x2)

For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)

We salute you (x3)

highway to hell

dirty deeds

If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in his bed
Here's what you gotta do
Pick up the phone, I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring 36 24 36 hey
I lead a life of crime

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)

You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops star fella
Pick up the phone, I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in, forget 'bout him
We'll have ourselves a ball hey

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
Yeahhh

If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts
Pick up the phone, leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man hey

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) yeah
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)

Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
(Done dirt cheap)
Neck ties, contracts, high voltage
(Done dirt cheap)

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, do anything you want me to 
Done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, dirty deeds, dirty deeds,
Done dirt cheap, ahhhhh

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

LOVE AT FIRST FEEL
(Young - Young - Scott)

You never told me where you came from
You never told me your name
I didn't know if you were legal tender
But I spent you just the same
And I didn't know it could happen to me
But I fell in love in the first degree

It was love at first feel
Love at first feel 
Love at first feel 
I was touched with too much

They told me it was disgustin'
They told me it was a sin
They saw me knocking on your front door
Saw me smile when you let me in
You and me baby we're all alone
Let's get something goin'
While your mum and dad ain't home

Love at first feel 
It was love at first feel, just like a sin
Love at first feel 
Feel good just like I knew it would, ah ah

Love at first feel
It was love at first feel
Love at first feel
It was love at first feel
Love at first feel, lightning bolts in my fingertips
Love at first feel
Love, whoo
Love at first feel
Love at first feel
Love at first feel
Love at first feel
Love at first feel
Love at first feel
Love at first feel

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

BIG BALLS
(Young - Young - Scott)

Well I'm upper upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got
Great balls of fire

I've got big balls
Oh I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

We've got big balls
We've got big balls
We've got big balls
Dirty big balls
He's got big balls
She's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

(We've got big balls)
(We've got big balls)

And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

(Bollocks, knackers)
(Bollocks, knackers)
(Bollocks, knackers)
(Bollocks, knackers)

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

ROCKER
(Young - Young - Scott)

I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a right out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm a rockin' rollin' man

Got slicked black hair
Skin tight jeans
Cadillac car
And a teenage dream

I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rockin' rollin' man

Got lorex socks
Blue suede shoes
V8 car
And tattoos

I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rockin' rollin' man

I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rockin' rollin' man

I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rockin' rollin', rockin rollin man, hey

Wanna jive honey?
C'mon, spin you 'round, hey yeah

Yeah I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I'm a rocker, makin' you roll

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

PROBLEM CHILD
(Young - Young - Scott)

Cop this
I'm hot, and when I'm not
I'm cold as ice
Get out of my way
Just Step aside
Or pay the price

What I want I take
What I don't I break
And I don't want you
With a flick of my knife
I can change your life
There's nothing you can do

I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, yes I am
I'm a problem child
And I'm wild

Make my stand
No man's land
On my own
Man in blue
It's up to you
The seed is sown

What I want I stash
What I don't I smash
And you're on my list
Dead or alive
I got a .45
And I never miss

I'm a problem child, hey
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
Just runnin' wild

Just watch your step

Every night
Street light
I drink my booze
Some run
Some fight
But I win they lose
What I need I like
What I don't I fight
And I don't like you
Say bye bye
While you're still alive
Your time is through

Cause I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem child
I'm a problem child
Even my mother hates me
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine
(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child)
Problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem child
And I'm running wild
I'm a problem child
(Problem child, problem child...)

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

THERE'S GONNA BE SOME ROCKIN'
(Young - Young - Scott)

Rock and roll!

Well me and the boys
Are out to have some fun
Gonna put on a show
Come on, let's go

There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight

Every night there's a rock 'n' roll queen
Gonna quiver and quake
Gonna shake her thing

Gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight
It's a rock 'n' roll show

We got a big fat sound
Wanna share it round
Got a big bass drum
Gonna have some fun

Gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight

C'mon
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight
There's gonna be some rockin'

Hey there's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
Gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin'
There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight
Hey there's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight
Oh there's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

AIN'T NO FUN (WAITING ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE)
(Young - Young - Scott)

The following is a true story
Only the names have been changed 
To protect the guilty

Well I left my job in my home town
And I headed for the smoke
Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand
Gonna get to the top
Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing

So if you've got the money, we've got the sound
You put it up and we'll put it down
If you've got the dollar, we've got the song
Just wanna boogie woogie all night long
Yeah boogie

I got holes in my shoes
I got holes in my teeth
I got holes in my socks
I can't get no sleep
I'm trying to make a million

And I got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean

But I've got a Mumma who's a hummer
Just keeping me alive
While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys
She's working 9 to 5
She knows her place that woman

Just you wait
One of these days see me driving round town
In my Rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down
My bottle of booze, no summer time blues
Shouting out, "Look at me"
In my rock 'n' roll voice

No it ain't no fun, yeah
Waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Do you believe me
It ain't no fun, no
Waiting round to be a millionaire
It ain't no fun, I don't care what they say
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Drive a Rolls Royce car
No it ain't no fun, and you know it
Waiting round to be a millionaire
No, no, no, no , no, no, no
No, ain't no fun
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Got a million dollar scream
But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), oh no
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), that's what I said
But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), and I wanna be rich
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), ain't no fun digging this bitch
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, you better believe me
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
I ain't having no fun (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, no no
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire

"Hey Hello Howard, how ya doin'?
"Next door neighbour?"
"Oh yeah... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport"

(Ain't no fun, ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
Hey it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun, no it ain't no fun, ain't no fun
(Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire)
(Ain't no fun...)

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

RIDE ON
(Young - Young - Scott)

It's another lonely evenin'
In another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry 
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down

Got another empty bottle 
And another empty bed
Ain't too 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
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then I'll just keep ridin' on

Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I ain't too young to realize
That I ain't too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And it's another redlight nightmare
Another redlight 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 am I gonna do

Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days

Ride on
Ride on
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on, hmmmm
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Ride on, gonna have myself a good time
Ride on, ohh yeah
Ride on, yeah yeah
Ride on, one of these days
Ride on, one of these days

� 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

SQUEALER
(Young - Young - Scott)

She said she'd never been
Never been touched before, hummm
She said she'd never been
This far before
She said she'd never liked, hummm
To be excited
She said she always had
Had to fight it
And she never won
She said she'd never been
Never been balled before
And I don't think
She'll ever ball no more
Fixed her good

Hey
(Squealer) when I held her hand
(Squealer) I made her understand
(Squealer) when I kissed her lips
(Squealer) sucked her finger tips, hey
(Squealer) oohh started getting hot
(Squealer) oohh made it hard to stop
(Squealer) got too much
(Squealer) I think I've got the magic touch, aaah

stiff upper lip

highway to hell

Stiff Upper Lip 
Meltdown 
House Of Jazz 
Hold Me Back 
Safe In New York City 
Can't Stand Still 
Can't Stop Rock 'n' Roll    
Satellite Blues 
Damned 
Come And Get It 
All Screwed Up 
Give It Up

STIFF UPPER LIP
(Young - Young)

Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin� for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff

Stiff upper lip

Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And I�m big and I�m drawl
And I�ll ball your thing

I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot 
And I shoot 
Shoot from the hip

Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen

Well I�m workin� it out
And I�ve done everything
And I can�t reform no
Can you feel my sting

Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip

Well I�m out on the prowl
And I�ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that�ll bite you
Can you feel my sting

Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

MELTDOWN
(Young - Young)

I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin� a sweat, temperature rise all through the day

Man it�s getting hot hot hot
I said man it�s getting hot hot hot
It�s getting hotter and hotter
Man it�s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here

It�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown

I got a feelin� in my bones
I been rackin� my brains out all night long
Stokin� up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin� on and on� burnin� on

Man it�s getting hot hot hot
I said man it�s getting hot hot hot
It�s getting hotter and hotter
Man it�s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here

It�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown
Meltdown

Man it�s getting hot hot hot
I said man it�s getting hot hot hot
It�s getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter

It�s a meltdown, it�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown, it�s a meltdown
It�s a meltdown, gonna burn, it�s a meltdown
I said burn down
It's a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
It's a meltdown, it's a meltdown

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

HOUSE OF JAZZ
(Young - Young)

Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in

I said come into the house of
Come into the house of 
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of 
Come into the house of 
Come into the house of jazz, yes

Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
A spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in

I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz

Are you comin' in
Come on in

Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

HOLD ME BACK
(Young - Young) 
I got a big fat Cadillac built for you
I got a honk that'll blow the avenue
Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing
Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man
Give me five o here boy, that's what I'll do
Got a big fat momma who can hold a tune
Gotta slip that bone in hard and mean
A honky tonk woman get the best of me

Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Get a heart attack
Can't hold me back

Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill
I got a sugar boot money baby that'll kill
A honky tonk 15 golden mile
Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town
You can get me to the ball man, drivin' in
And don't balk the kill, call in the 'ville
You gotta map the wrong town, hit the road
You got the whole boppa movin' on down the road

Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back

You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back

You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
Can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you get a heart attack
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

SAFE IN NEW YORK CITY
(Young - Young)

Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene

I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City

All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam

I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City

Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck

I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

CAN'T STAND STILL
(Young - Young)

When I see a pretty woman
You know it gives me a thrill
And she's a tailor made to order
You know I can't stand still
And you won't need a doctor
'Cause it'll cure all ills

And when I hear a noisy party
You know it gives me a chill
It gets me rockin' and a rollin'
And I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still

You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah

When it comes to sippin' honey
You know I drink my fill
And I'll be dancin' on the water
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah

You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still

You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
Baby I can't stand still
I just can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't
You know I can't stand still

Thank you lads, thank you lads, thank you

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL
(Young - Young)

Don't you give me no line
Better run if you can
Just like a thorn in the side
So don't give me no

Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lies

You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll

Don't you play me no jive
A bit of fun on the side
Too much crap make you blind
So don't give me no

Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines

You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
Listen everybody say
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said you can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

SATELLITE BLUES
(Young - Young)

She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some

New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)

A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some

New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)

Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues

New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)

This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

DAMNED
(Young - Young)

Don't smoke don't fight don't light no cigarettes
Or else you'll wind up in the can
No jokes no rights sit tight don't fool around
You are a guest of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
Well I'll be damned

I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
Damned if I don't

Don't talk don't fool don't try to mess around
I'll make a monkey outta you
You sign your name right on that dotted line boy
I'll be damned

I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
And damned if I don't, yeah

Come on
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't

I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't

I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

COME AND GET IT
(Young - Young)

Picking up the sleaze in my car
Hell no distance too far
Burning down the road in the night
Don't you scold me or I'll bite

These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed

If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it

Suckin' up the juice in the bar
Downin' every shooter so far
Checkin' out the girls what a sight
If you gonna blow me do it right

These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed

If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it

Come and get it

Said if you want it come and get it
If you want it come and get it, yeah
Now listen (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
I said If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it
If you want it
If you want it come and get it
Come and get it right here

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

ALL SCREWED UP
(Young - Young)

Get ready
You think your kinda tough
You're walkin' kinda rough
When you want any more
You go fast wo' wo' wo'
Things go tough
And you strut your stuff
And I want your thing
Then you're out of luck
Yes you are

It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up

Take you out to kick some butt
Work you over screw you nuts
And when you can't take no more
Then she push you out that door
And things go hard
Like a dog gone mad
She can pack some punch
Then you're out to lunch, back at one

It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up

It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Cant' tell I'm comin'
All screwed up, yeah

I said it's all screwed up
All screwed up, yeah
Said you're all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up

Said you think you got some balls
But you're always out to lunch

It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yeah

� 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

GIVE IT UP
(Young - Young)

Oh yeah
Well there be no words of fighting around here
'Cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear
Well it could be on a Monday
Or it could be even Sunday
So if you can't stand the distance
You better disappear
Do I make myself clear

I'm ready to rock I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it

Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
Stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up, yeah

Well there's a big storm a howlin' around here
And there be no wine no sinnin' and no beer
I'm gonna aim to fire a rocket
There ain't no damn way to stop it
I got a sure fire bullet
To get you outta here
I said do I make myself clear

I'm ready to rock yeah I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it

Give it up give it out
I said whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

I'm going crazy on a wild man's night
Take your pick of anything you like
Give it up
Give it up

I'm sitting pretty on the ready to bite
She givin' up a bit of cream delight
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up

Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Give it up all around (givin' it up)
Give it up, give it up, give it up (givin' it up)
Whippin' it in, whippin' it out (givin' it up)
Stick it up, stick it up, stick 'em down (givin' it up)
Give it up all around
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Givin' it up, stickin' it up
Givin' it up, givin' it up

Give it up
Do I make myself clear?

Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell

Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell

And I'm going down, all the way
I'm on the highway to hell

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

GIRLS GOT RHYTHM
(Young - Young - Scott)

I been around the world, I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got, what my lady she's got
She stealin' the spotlight, knocks me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just walkin' down the street
Wearin' dresses so tight, and lookin' dynamite
About to blow me out
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

She's like a lethal brand, too much for any man
She gives me first degree, she really satisfies me
Love me till I'm legless, achin' and sore
Enough to stop a freight train
Or start the Third World War
You know I'm losin' sleep, but I'm in too deep
Like a body needs blood
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

You know she moves like sin, and when she lets me in
It's like liquid love
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

She really got the rhythm
She got the backseat rhythm
Rock 'n' roll rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

WALK ALL OVER YOU
(Young - Young - Scott)

Outta my way I'm a-runnin' high
Take your chance with me and ya give it a try
Ain't no woman in the world I know
Cause I ain't looking for overflow
Baby I ain't got much
Resistance to your touch
Take off the high heels and let down your hair
Paradise ain't far from there

I'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

Reflections on the bedroom wall
And girl you thought you'd seen it all
We're risin', fallin' like at sea
You're lookin' so good under me

I'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

Moanin' groanin' stereo
Said 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'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

I'm gonna walk all over you

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

TOUCH TOO MUCH
(Young - Young -Scott)

It was one of those nights, when you turn off the lights
And everythin' comes into view
She was taking her time, I was losing my mind
There was nothin' that she wouldn't do
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
She knew we was, makin' love
I was so satisfied, deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She got a touch
A touch too much

She'd had the face of an angel, smilin' with sin
The body of Venus with arms
Dealin' with danger, strokin' my skin
Like a thunder and lightenin' storm
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard, she wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She got a touch
A touch too much

Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know it's much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know you're getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause you're much too much too much

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

BEATING AROUND THE BUSH
(Young - Young - Scott)

Smilin' face and laughin' eyes
But ya can't keep on tellin' me all those lies
How'd you expect me to believe
Honey I ain't that naive
Baby I got my eye on you
Cause you do all the things I want you to
Stop your cryin' and dry your tears
I ain't that wet behind the ears

You can throw me lefts, you can throw me rights
But where was you last night
Beatin' around the bush

Wish I knew what was on your mind
Why you bein' so unkind
Remember those nights we spent alone
Talkin' on the telephone
Thoughts of you goin' through my brain
You told me that you felt the same
You said that you loved me too
But tell me who was there with you

I was talkin' birds, and you was talkin' bees
And was he down on his knees
Beatin' around the bush

You're the meanest woman I've ever known
Sticks and stones won't break my bones
I know what you're looking for
You've eaten your cake you want some more
I'm gonna give you just a one more change
Try to save our romance
I've done everything I'm gonna do
The rest is up to you

And you can chew it up, you can spit it out
You can let it all hang out
Beatin' around the bush

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES
(Young - Young - Scott)

Out on the town
Lookin' for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody wanna hand off me
And give me plenty of
She was standin' alone
Over by the juke box
Like she'd something to sell
I said baby what's the goin' price
She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames

Singles bar
Got my eye on a honey
Hangin' out everywhere
She might be stright
She might want my money
I really don't care
Said baby, you're drivin' me crazy
Laid it right on the line
When a guy with a
Chip on his shoulder said
Toss off buddy she's mine

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

GET IT HOT
(Young - Young - Scott)

Goin' out on the town
Justa me and you
Gonna have ourselves a party
Just like we used to do
Nobody's playin' Manilow
Nobody's playin' soul
And no one's playin' hard to get
Just a good old rock 'n' roll

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

Movin' down the motorway
Got a whole lotta booze
Got myself a sweet little number
Got nothin' to lose
I'm gonna bend you like a G-string
Conduct you like a choir
So get your body in the right place
We'll set the world on fire

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

IF YOU WANT BLOOD (YOU'VE GOT IT)
(Young - Young - Scott)

It's criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin', and tell me who can you trust
Well we got what you want, and you got the lust

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
If you want blood, you got it

It's animal, livin' in a human zoo
Animal, the shit that they toss to you
Feelin' like a Christian, locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions, on a second's page

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
If you want blood, you got it
O Positive

Blood on the rocks
Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the sheets
If you want blood
You got it

I want you to bleed for me

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it 
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

LOVE HUNGRY MAN
(Young - Young - Scott)

You're the one I've waited for
I need your lovin' more and more
I don't know what your name is
I don't know what your game is
I'm gonna take you tonight, animal appetite

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man
Love hungry man

Don't want no conversation
I need sweet sensation
All I want to do
Is make a meal outta you

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man, out to get what I can
Love hungry man, I tell you yes I am

I'm your love hungry man
Baby you're such a treat
A man's got to eat
You're the one I've waited for
I need your loving more and more

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man
Love hungry man

I'm a love hungry man
I'm a love hungry man

Gimme one for the road
And I'll carry your load
I'm your man, yes I am
A man's got to eat baby
Bon appetite, I'm your
Love hungry man

� 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

NIGHT PROWLER
(young - Young -Scott)

Somewhere a clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
You hear a dog bark in the distance
You hear someone's baby cry

A rat runs down the alley
And a chill runs down your spine
Someone walks across your grave
And you wish the sun would shine
Cause no one's gonna warn you
And no one's gonna yell attack
And you don't feel the steel
Till it's hanging out your back

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
Night prowler, get outta my way
I'm your night prowler, watch you tonight
I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

Too scared to turn your light out
Cause there's somethin' on your mind
Was that a noise outside the window
What's that shadow on the blind
As you lay there naked
Like a body in a tomb
Suspended animation, as I slip into your room

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
I'm your night prowler, get outta my way
Look out for the night prowler, watch you tonight
Yes I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
Yes I'm the night prowler, get outta my way
Look out for the night prowler, watch you tonight
Yes I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

I'm your Night Prowler, break down your door
I'm your Night Prowler, crawling towards you
I'm your Night Prowler, make a mess of you, yes I will
Night Prowler

And I am telling this to you
There ain't nothing
There ain't nothing
Nothing you can do

high voltage

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
Lady 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

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

ROCK 'N' ROLL SINGER
(Young - Young - Scott)
My Daddy was workin' nine to five
When my Momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
They knew what I was gonna be
But I left school and grew my hair
They didn't understand
They wanted me to be respected as
A doctor or a lawyer man
(But I had other plans)

Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll, 
A rock 'n' roll star

Well I worked real hard and bought myself
A rock 'n' roll guitar
I gotta be on top some day
I wanna be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I got the devil in my blood
Tellin' me what to do
(And I'm all ears)

Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,
A rock 'n' roll star
(I hear it pays well)

Well you can stick your nine to five livin'
And your collar and your tie
You can stick your moral standards
'Cause it's all a dirty lie
You can stick your golden handshake
And you can stick your silly rules
And all the other shit
That you teach to kids in school
('Cause I ain't no fool)

Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll
A rock 'n' roll star

Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll
A rock 'n' roll star
Yes I are!

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

THE JACK
(Young -Young - Scott)
She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She played 'em fast
And she played 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got the jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

She's got the jack, she's got the jack, 
Ooh, It was a bad deal, (Jack)
She gave me the (Jack), hey
She's got the (Jack), she's got the (Jack)
She's got the (Jack), ooh can't you tell
She's got the (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
(She's got the jack, she's got the Jack)
She's got the jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the jack, you never know! 
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, and it hurts!
(She's got the jack)
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Aaaaaah!

Oooooh! 
Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Goodnight and God bless!

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

LIVE WIRE
(Young - Young - Scott) 
Well if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
I'm as cool as a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
Take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell

I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire
Gonna set this town on fire

And if you need some lovin'
And if you need some man
You've got the phone and the number
And I got no future plans
Oh come on honey you got nothin' to lose
You got the thirst 'n I got the booze
Give you an inch
Take you a mile
I wanna make you fry

I'm a live wire, (live wire) 
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
Holy smoke and sweet desire

Like a hot rod baby?
Oh stick this in your fuse box

Aah cooler than a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin' dice
Wilder than a drunken fight
You're gonna burn tonight

I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
And I'm gonna set this town on fire

Live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
Well I'm your live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
You're gonna burn
Ah look at me, guilty
Soak my circuit
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

T.N.T.
(Young - Young - Scott)
(Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, 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
Don't you start no fight

'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

I'm 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
So don't you mess me 'round

'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

T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi) , I'm dynamite
(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), and I'll win the fight,
(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), I'm a power load
(T.N.T.), watch me explode!

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

CAN I SIT NEXT TO YOU GIRL
(Young - Young)
Well I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night
Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright
Oh I took her by surprise
When I gave her one of my lines
She started smiling at me real fine, ha
That's when I said

Can I sit next to you girl, can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl, can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you?

Intermission, we were doing alright
'Til this guy came up and stood by her side
Oh I took him by surprise
When I gave him one of my lines
She started smiling at me real fine
And that's when I said

Can I sit next to you girl, can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl, can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you, can I sit next to you
Yeah, I wanna
So let me!

Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, and then take you home
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, lick your ear
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
C'mon!

Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl, can I?

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

LITTLE LOVER
(Young - Young - Scott) 
Saw you in the front row
Moving to the beat
Just movin' and groovin'
Killed me when I saw 
The wet patch on your seat
Was it Coca Cola?
Oh baby I hope you liked the show
When the band said goodnight
I had to say hello

Little lover, I can't get you off my mind, no
Little lover, I've been trying hard to find
Someone like you

Oh baby you sure looked sweet
Cruisin'
A leg either side
Of my motorcycle seat
Just oozin'
Could have been a nightmare
Could have been a dream
But on my way home, baby
I thought I heard you scream

Little lover, I can't get you off my mind 
Little Lover, oh I tried so hard to find
Someone to give me the things that I need, ah

Little lover, I can't get you off my mind, no
Little Lover, oh I tried so hard to find
Someone like you

You had my picture on your bedroom wall
Next to Gary Glitter, yeah
I was standing on the stage playing rock 'n' roll
I was a guitar picker, yeah
Never had a record
Never had a hit
Ooh baby, you didn't mind a bit

Little lover, I can't get you off my mind
Little Lover, you know I tried so hard to find
Someone like you, you, you
Baby I know you're a

Little lover, ooh

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

SHE'S GOT BALLS
(Young - Young - Scott) 
She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman
She's got spunk that woman
Funk that woman
She's got speed my lady
Got what I need my babe
She's got the ability, hey
To make a man outta me

But most important of all
Let me tell you
My 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
Oh because she likes to please me

But most important of all, ah
Let me tell you
The lady's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls

And she's got taste my lady
Pace my lady
Makes my heart race
With her pretty face
She's got balls my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
Hands and knees all around the floor
No one has to tell her what a fella is for

But let me tell you all, ooh yeah
The lady's got balls
She's got balls, she's got balls
She's got balls, she's got balls
She's got balls, my lady's got
She's got balls, balls
She's got balls, get it on
She's got balls

� 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

HIGH VOLTAGE
(Young - Young - Scott)
Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you wanna see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high

I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Well you ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
And You ask me what I'm all about
Come on let me hear you shout high

I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

I said high, I get high, aaaah!
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Stars, bulbs....
Spotlight, put the lights out, turn me on
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)

Wine, women and song
(High voltage, high voltage)
Plugged in and turned on

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