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I like to slip into something good I see a young girl in the neighbourhood The way she move, I must confess I like to run my hands up and down her legs The way she dress, she look so

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

Runnin? round with the wrong crowd Goin? out on a last stand Playin? too hard an? too loud Bad cards in a bad hand Wanna dance, wanna sing Whip you with that lickin? thing Tonight I´m gonna kick up Out

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

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

[Oooh yeah] Burnin? alive, set my soul on fire Runnin? with a gun, this place is gonna burn No firewater, or novacaine No thunderstorm, no john wayne No kids to rock, nowhere to run So watch out cause this place

Some people say I´m only out at night Maybe those folks might of got it right And some people say I drive a cadillac car Or sell my wares hauntin? hotel bars I´m the boogie man, the boogie man I

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

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

Breakin? balls, bangin? walls Work hard and tough, and I want some rough Unpack my bags, and take a drag When bang on nine, and dead on time Open up the door And lay upon the floor She open her

On the day I was born The rain fell down There was trouble brewin? in my home town It was the seventh day I was the seventh son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said drop, I

Back in black I hit the sack I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back Yes, I’m let loose From the noose That’s kept me hanging about I’ve been looking at the sky ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high Forget

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

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