Testi – Fly on the wall

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FLY ON THE WALL
(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
(Young, Young, Johnson)

You gotta see me leanin’ on the bar
I got my head in a whiskey jar
Feelin’ good ‘cos the city’s alive
I’m gettin’ ready to rock and jive
I get up 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

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
I told her not to touch, but she was coming back for more
You know what for

REPEAT CHORUS

FIRST BLOOD
(Young, Young, Johnson)

Got a screamin’ feelin’
Need a little lovin’ healin’
Gotta have some of that stuff
‘Cos I like a hot touch

I 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)
Thirst 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
‘Cos I like a touch
And I want it so much

Come on baby down my way
We’re gonna make it night an day

REPEAT CHORUS (twice)

You know 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
(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
(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 gonna rough you up, all the way
Then 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, 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
Gonna get a shot, hit the spot
Then she gonna rack ‘em up, get that hot
She said make it good,’ satisfy
You know that woman got Dallas eyes

REPEAT CHORUS

Solo

REPEAT CHORUS

PLAYING WITH GIRLS
(Young, Young, Johnson)

Highball women that are hot to touch
Legs do the talkin’ spellin’ out the 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
(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
Didn’t wanna know her name

REPEAT CHORUS

You can make it

REPEAT CHORUS

HELL OR HIGH WATER
(Young, Young, Johnson)

Everybody, you don’t have to choose it
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 told 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, show me, rock ‘n’ rolled me

REPEAT CHORUS (twice)

Come hell, come hell, come hell

BACK IN BUSINESS
(Young, Young, Johnson)

Breakin’ out, about to shout
Feel the need for one more round
Don’t you struggle, 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 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, got your soul for sale
I’m a cannon ball, goin’ down the track
Need good lovin’ but I want it back
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
(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 like a dream
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

Send for the man, yeah
Send for teh man, yeah

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