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Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)

We're so young and pretty, we're so young and clean
So many things that we have never seen
Let's move from Ohio, sell this dam' old store
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows
I read somewhere some places never close
While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

Oh, New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down, whoo-oo
New York, we're coming, to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

Yeah, New York is waiting, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming, see what you're made of
You can't be as tough as you sound

Oh, New York, you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Oh, New York, Oh, New York we're coming
Oh, we're coming to see what you're made of
Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound
Me and my baby, we're coming
Oh, we're coming

They're waiting for you and me, baby
Oh...
(dialog fades out)

Never Been Sold Before

You ask me, babe, "Can you work tonight?"
I've been up, babe, since broad daylight

I just can't believe that you're selling me, you never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy whore

Yeah, I'm stacked nice, they really like my style
Fifty bucks, babe, ha, can't even buy my smile

I just can't believe that you're selling me, you never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy whore

I-I-I-I find I come around just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of streets, chicks and dicks, and I'm,
I'm really sick of you

Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again

I just can't believe that you're selling me, you never sold me before
I just can't become your little whore

No, no, no, no

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again

(repeat to fade)

Hard Hearted Alice

Live, coast to coast
White hot as a ghost
When you live in a countdown

Time, is free as a jailbird
At least that's what I heard
When you live in a hideout

Love, comes cheap at a swapmeet
It all comes so dirt cheap
When you live, in a bedroom

Love, cuts deep as a laser
But that ain't amazin'
When you live in a cancer

Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah

Mind, gets scrambled like eggs
Get bruised and erased
When you live in a brainstorm

Noise, seems logically right
Ringing ears in the night
When you live in an airport

Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah

Hard hearted Alice
Is what we want to be
Hard hearted Alice
Is what you want to see

Hard hearted Alice
Is what we want to be
Hard hearted Alice
Is what you want to see

Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Had him put away
Nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced he watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression settin' in
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit killer little thief

So Jackson went to Ritz
And everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
If you need another boy
A trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around

Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
Once over, then he smiled
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two
I think you'll like the view
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
And grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by,"
That's right

Well, I'll wait for you outside
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise
Couple of unspecting guys
And they left poor Jackson inside

Questions there were few
In fact there were none
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
Lay dying on the floor
With a smokin' forty four
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
We buried him today
Nothing we could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
His last words were..
I must admit the winos were right

Working Up A Sweat

Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
A fly's melting in my hand

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages come off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

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.)

Man With The Golden Gun

The man with the golden gun
He`s waiting somewhere out there
For you

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

Demand for the golden gun
It's high priced precise and true

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

The man with the golden gun in his pocket, Oh, oh
The man with the golden gun in his case, Oh, oh
The man with the golden gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for you

He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for yo-ou

He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in your face

The man with the golden gun in his pocket
The man with the golden gun in his case
The man who gave you the golden gun

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)

Woman Machine

She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine

Brain of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine

She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman

She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

(Computer voice of Alice reading from a studio manual. Most of it unitelliable but here`s a bit of it that cam be decyphered)

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