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FLY ON THE WALL

Fly On The Wall (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

You can dance through the night Rock 'n' roll music [itchin' to fight] Makin' love drunk or stoned Lookin' for dollars, get broken-boned It's a game too tough to tame Ends up the same, sweatin' out rain CHORUS: I was trapped like a fly on the wall I was caged like a zoo animal No escape from the fate that you make You're a snake, I've had all I can take Watch out, there's a fly on the wall Take a chance, take a bite Rock roll devil take me tonight Like a bitch makin' heat Beatin' on my chest, lickin' at my feet It's a game too tough to tame Ending up the same, sweatin' in the rain So watch out there's a fly on the wall REPEAT CHORUS (twice)

 

SHAKE YOUR FOUNDATIONS

Fly On The Wall (1985) Who Made Who (1986) SINGLE: Shake Your Foundations/Stand Up-Jailbreak(live) (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

You gotta see me leanin' on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar [jug ?] Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive I get up and I slide across the floor You wanna come and I'll meet you at the door No one can stop us 'cos we're feelin' too right We're gonna steal our way around tonight (Alright, alright) CHORUS: Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it I was takin' no liberties She's gettin' hotter off the heat on me I was oilin', she was slick Lickin' off the sweat, her favorite trick She cried help me, help me, please Tame this animal, help me to breathe I said no, no way You gotta come with me all of the way (OK, I'll play) REPEAT CHORUS Solo REPEAT CHORUS We had the night, we had the time She had the sugar and I had the wine Took my hand, shook me to the core Told her not to touch, but she was coming back for more (You know what for) Aye, aye, aye, aye REPEAT CHORUS

 

FIRST BLOOD

Fly On The Wall (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Got a screamin' feelin' Need a little lovin' healin' Want some of that stuff 'Cos I like a hot touch Wanna little squeezin' Just a touch an' teasin' Maybe wrong, maybe right But I like it every night Come on baby down my way We gonna make it night an day CHORUS: I want first blood (a look in the eye) First blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood, first blood Some like it hot Some like it quite not so hot But I like a touch And I want it so much Come on baby down my way We're gonna make it every night an day REPEAT CHORUS (twice) I want a first blood Some like it hot First blood all right hot shot Bad dog come back for more I want first blood

 

DANGER

Fly On The Wall (1985) SINGLE: Danger/Back In Business (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Don't talk to strangers Keep away from the danger Don't talk to strangers who smile Keep away from the danger all the time You just keep away Red lights are flashin' There's been a misunderstandin' I'm bruised, broke an' bandaged Through drinkin' all that brandy I was under the table But I came back for more Gotta hit the bottle But my head hit the floor CHORUS: Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger - danger, don't you talk Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers Danger - danger, don't talk keep away Red lights still flashin' People all still dancin' in my head I've done with thinkin' about what to do Another night of drinkin', just one before I'm through I was just raisin' hell I wasn't doin' no harm The cops could not appreciate My natural charm REPEAT CHORUS (Don't talk to strangers) REPEAT CHORUS (twice) Don't you go talkin' to no strangers in this town

 

SINK THE PINK

Fly On The Wall (1985) Who Made Who (1986) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Put your gear into fire Lay your bullets on the ground Turn your head to desire There's a woman going down She said she'll rough you up, all the way And she gonna spit you out, count your days She says choice is yours, casually So why don't you do what comes naturally CHORUS: Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you a good time Sink the pink Sink the pink Got a fever runnin' high Give you wings to make you fly She school you like a fool She make you break the rules She wanna get a shot, hit the spot Then I'm gonna rack 'em up, get that hot She said make it good, satisfy You know that woman got [Dallas | jealous] eyes REPEAT CHORUS Solo REPEAT CHORUS

 

PLAYING WITH GIRLS

Fly On The Wall (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Highball women that are hot to touch Legs do the talkin' spellin' out lust See the Sugar Daddies with a sweet tooth and a smile See what's hangin' off him like a want'n child That's where you'll find me standing proud CHORUS: Playing with girls gonna get you hot Playing with guns gonna get you shot Playing with fire gonna heat you up Playing with me you're gonna get the lot Bring on the showgirls and the debutantes Late-night waitress in a restaurant Headin' for the clubs and bars with the flashin' lights Lookin' for the good-time girls in their black nylon tights Over the barrel bottoms-up REPEAT CHORUS Oooh river run dry Yeah playing with fire Oooh wild sweet child Playing with girls Playing with girls I like a tall girl, but I'll take 'em small I want 'em all up front I like 'em all I wanna see 'em strut their stuff Lose their social grace You play your cards right and you'll deal yourself an ace That's where you'll find me standing proud Playing with girls

 

STAND UP

Fly On The Wall (1985) SINGLE: Shake Your Foundations/Stand Up-Jailbreak(live) (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Put on the headset, get on the stage Out on a midnight escapade Didn't want to steal your thunder Wouldn't want to play your game Makin' all the headlines Gettin' on the front page Didn't even know her number I didn't even know her name CHORUS: Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up Get on the red dress, slip on the lace Up for a high heel and a pretty face Woman wanna get you under Woman wanna get you tame Lovin' on a hot night Stokin' up the flame Didn't wanna know her number I didn't wanna know her name REPEAT CHORUS (You can make it) REPEAT CHORUS

 

HELL OR HIGH WATER

Fly On The Wall (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Everybody, you don't have to choose You don't have to prove it It's only rock 'n' roll Mama don' told me Papa don' scold me Superstition, black cat in the cradle Dancing on the table Don't you snake on me Mama don' told me Daddy don' scold me, told me, show me You know that he (sold? saw?) me CHORUS: Come hell or high water Come hell or high water Come hell or high water Come hell or high water Blood money, lyin' through your back teeth Fightin' on the main street Breathe your last breath on me Mama don' told me Poor boy get home Hot lovin' trigger-happy feelin' Touchin' up and teasin' You know it so bad Mama don' told me Papa don' scold me, told me, show me, rock 'n' rolled me REPEAT CHORUS (twice) Come hell, come hell, come hell

 

BACK IN BUSINESS

Fly On The Wall (1985) SINGLE: Danger/Back In Business (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

Breakin' out, about to shout Feel the need for one more round Don't you struggle, don't try to bite You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice I'm a wreckin' ball, I'm a stingin' knife Steal your money, gonna take your life You got screamin' murder, lock up your door Double dealin' gotta have more Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell (the? my?) boys that I'm gonna be CHORUS: Back in business again Back in business again Back in business again Back in business again (Back in business) Flesh and blood, I'm a rag 'n' bone Bad luck message on the telephone Don't you worry, play my game I'll do you a favor, put your soul for sale Like a cannon ball, goin' down the track Need good lovin' but I want it back I was born in trouble, they gave up on me Teacher preachin' what not to be Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell my boys that I'm gonna be REPEAT CHORUS Solo REPEAT CHORUS (twice)

 

SEND FOR THE MAN

Fly On The Wall (1985) (Young, Young, Johnson)

You want love Dirty dirty love You want lust Just a little lust You wan' a bad reputation You wanna better your score I got the qualifications I can open any door (ooh yeah) CHORUS: Send for the man, yeah Send for teh man, yeah You're like a dream You're dirty low and mean You're good enough to eat Sticky hot and sweet Need a shot of rhythm and lovin' You make a black sheep a ram This ain't a gun in my pocket I got the goods in my hand REPEAT CHORUS