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I'm Eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space
Oh yeah

I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm

Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away

Whoa
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT

Is It My Body

What have I got
that makes you want to love me
Now is it my body
Someone I might be
Somethin' inside me

You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am

What does it take
to get inside of your mind
Give me a break, yeah, yeah
and take a chance for the very first time

You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am

What have I got
That makes you want to love me
Now is it my body
Or someone I might be
Or somethin' inside me

You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am
Oh..

Desperado

I'm a gambler and I'm a runner
But you knew that when you lay down
I'm a picture of ugly stories
I'm a killer and I'm a clown

Step into the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace and I wear black leather
My hands are lightning upon my gun
My shots are clean and my, my shots are final
My shots are deadly and when it's done

You're as stiff as my smoking barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch and I'm a legend
You're at peace and I must hide

Tell me where the hell I'm going
Let my bones fall in the dust
Can you hear that ghost that's calling
As my Colt begins to rust
In the dust

I'm a killer, I'm a clown
I'm a priest that's gone to town

Under My Wheels

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you under my wheels
Why don't you let me be

'Cause when you call me on the telephone
Saying "take me to the show"
And then I say, honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you that couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels, yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels, wheels
Got you, got you got you....
(ad lib to fade)

Be My Lover

She struts into the room, wellI don't know her
But with a magnifying glance I just sort of look her over
We have a drink or two, well, maybe three
And then suddenly she starts telling me her life story
She says

Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long, long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own

Told her that I came from Detroit City
And I played guitar in a long-haired rock and roll band
She asked me why the singers name was Alice
I said listen, baby, you really wouldn't understand
And I said

Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long, long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own
On my own

Oh baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own
Ooooooh

School's Out

Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya, can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya that's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
My school's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Out for summer
Out 'till fall
We might not go back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

Hello Horray

Hello! Hooray!
Let the show begin, I've been ready.
Hello! Hooray!
Let the lights grow dim, I've been ready.

Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream.
Loving every second, every moment, every scream,
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come.
Yeah. I've been thinking so long I was the only one.

Roll out, Roll out
Wwith your American dream and its recruits, I've been ready.
Roll out, Roll out
With your circus freaks and hula hoops, I've been ready.

Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream.
Loving every second, every moment, every scream,
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come.
Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one.

I can stand here strong and thin.
I can laugh when this thing begins.

God, I feel so strong.
I feel so strong.
I'm so strong.
I feel so strong.
So strong.
God, I feel so strong,
I am so strong.
(repeat adlib to fade)

Elected

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
Kids want a savior, don't need a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected,

Elected
Elected
Respected
Elected

(Good evening Mr & Mrs America and all ships at sea,
The candidate is taking the country by storm.)

I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I helped you get the vote, and I told you 'bout school
I wanna be elected

Elected
Elected
Hallelujah
I wanna be selected
By the people of the United States of America

(.. Kennedy the President is worth billions of dollars...)

We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm
We're gonna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
We're gonna be elected

Elected
Elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected

"And if I am elected
I promise the formation of a new party
A third party, the Wild Party!
I know we have problems
We got problems right here in Central City
We have problems on the North, South, East and West
New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago
Everybody has problems
And personally, I don't care"

No More Mister Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
Aand I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm, I'm getling mean

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose,
The Reverend Smith
He recognized me
And punched me in the nose

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said he's sick, he's obscene

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said he's sick, he's obscene

Billion Dollar Babies

Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel
Grimy as an alley
Loves me like no other lover

Billion dollar baby
Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you.
Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby.

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands

Yeah, Billion Dollar Baby
I got you in the dimestore
No other little girl could ever hold you
Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby
Billion dollar baby
Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe
Fightin' like dog that's been infected by the rabies

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands

Million dollar baby
Billion dollar baby
Trillion dollar baby
Zillion dollar baby

Teenage Lament `74

What 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 [Background singer ad lib]
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do
(fade)

Muscle Of Love

Aw, who's the queen of the locker room
Who's the cream of the crop
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!"

Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle

Well, I must have caught you that crazy age
Where everything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
Are normal thoughts or not

Holy muscle of love
Yeah, I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Ooh

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

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

(Hallelujah, etc.)