1.Thunderstruck
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
AH-OOH-AH-AH-OOH-AHH(Thunder) (x10)
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck
Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds
I was shakin' at the knees
Could I come again please？
Yeah the ladies were too kind
You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Yeah
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah
Now we're shaking at the knees
Could I come again please？
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
Yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
(So fine)
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck
2.Fire Your Guns
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Wild beast, I'll make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves
'n Legs that'll break your nerves
CHORUS：
Fire - when she's going down
Fire - then she make you drown
Fire - then she blow you round
Yeah, You want some fun
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
That lady bites, hard style
Drips of sex, eyes are wild
She got moves, long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves
Legs that'll shake the earth
CHORUS
Yeah, you want some fun
You gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
you gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
(yeah, yeow!)
Yeah
CHORUS
yeah, you want some fun
Gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns (x9)
3.Money Talks
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Tailored suits, chauffered cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
A French maid, foreign chef
A big house with king size bed
You've had enough, you ship them out
The dollar's up - down, you'd better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you broke the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Moneytalks, yeah, yeah
Money talks, B.S. walks
Money talks, come on, come on
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Moneytalks, moneytalk, talk, talk
Hear it talk
Yeah, yeah, yeah Moneytalks
4.The Razors Edge
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
(Razor's edge)
(Razors)
There's fighting on the left
And marching on the right
Don't look up in the sky
You're gonna die of fright
Here comes the razors edge
You're living on the edge
Don't know wrong from right
They're breathing down your neck
You're running out of lives
And here comes the razors edge
Here comes the razors edge
The razors edge
Razors edge, to raise the dead
Razors edge, to cut to shreds
To raise the dead
Here comes the razors edge
Here comes the razors edge
Well here it comes to cut to shreds
The razors edge
5.Mistress For Christmas
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
I just can't wait till Christmas time
When I can grope you in the hay (When I can roll you in the hay)
Easy come, easy go
Have a good time with lots of dough
Slippin' up high, slippin' down low
Love'm and leave'm on with the show
Listen, I like female form in minimum dress
Money to spend with a capital 'S'
Get a date with the woman in red
Wanna be in heaven with three in a bed (One of me in heaven...)
He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
But I want it, but it don't matter
I want a mistress for Christmas
I want a mistress for Christmas
(Ooh yeah, haha yeah
I want a mistress for Christmas
Come on)
Easy come, easy go
Slippin' high, slippin' low
(Yeah, aw right)
He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
I want it, don't matter
She got it, and I can't get it -
Mistress
he got it, I want it
For Christmas
They got it, and I can't have it
Mistress
But I want it, it don't matter
For Christmas
She got it, and I can't get a
Mistress for Christmas
You know what I'm talkin' about
Mistress for Christmas
You gotta send me down
you gotta send me down
Mistress for Christmas
I want the woman in red (I want a woman in the rear,)
with bow in my bed with a bottle of my beer)
Mistress for Christmas
I can hear you coming down my smoke stack
I wanna ride on your raindeer honey and ring the bells
6.Rock Your Heart Out
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
(Ooh yeah
Ooooooh yeah, yeah
Yeah)
Got the devil in you
Got the devil in me
Play a dangerous tune
Come on and dance with thee
You got to throw your fists up
Shout your mouth out
Beat the walls down
Got to freak out
Rock your little
Rock your little
Rock your little heart out
(yeah
yeah, yeah)
(You gotta rock it on down)
(yeah down)
Got everything you want
Got everything you need
Don't worry about the cost
Just sell your soul to me
You gotta bring the house down
Beat the drums loud
Bleed your life dry
Climb on lets fly
Rock your little
Rock your little
Rock your little heart out
Rock, rock your little heart out
(Rock it on down)
(ooh yeah)
(Cut your teeth on this)
(yeah)
You gotta put your foot down
Beat your chest hard
Blow your brains out
Feel her shout loud
You gotta rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Rock, rock your little heart out
Rock, rock your little heart out
You rock it on down, ooh yeah
Rock a little, rock a little heart out, yeah, yeah
you gotta
rock your heart out (x4)
rock, rock, rock your heart out (x4)
you gotta
rock your little (x3)
heart out
you gotta rock your little heart
right, right out
7.Are You Ready
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Sweet apple pie
Standing in the street
Hands outta line
Looking for some meat (heat？)
She take you high
When you feel her sting
She make you fly
And you know you're coming
Who all need it - who
Who all need it - you
Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
She making eyes
At everything she meet
ain't it a crime
When she make you pump heat
She make you fly
Because that's her thing
She make you dry
And you know you're broken in
Who all need it, who all need it
(yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Get with it
Who all need it, who all need it
You all breathe it, we all breathe it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
I want a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you, are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
Good, good, good, good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready, ready, ready
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time
8.Got You By The Balls
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Hey mister businessman
Head of the company
Are you looking for a lady
One who likes to please？
Hey mister businessman
This one likes to tease
With a special service
In French quantities
But she won't sacrifice
What you want tonight
She won't come across
Unless there's money in her hand
And she's calling all the shots
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
Hey mister businessman
High society
She can play the school girl
And spank you all you please
But she won't sacrifice
What you want tonight
She won't come across
Unless there's money in her hand
She don't go overtime
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
(Kiss your balls goodbye)
Hang it left, hang it right,
Got you by the balls
Got your shorts, got your curlies
Got you - by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
Yeah, yeah
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
9.Shot Of Love
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
(Come on now,
Come on, come on, yeah, ow!)
Come on honey, take a trip with me
We'll take a double shot of ectasy
I'll drink some water from a wooden cup
And keep a rockin' 'til the sun comes up
CHORUS：
And I warn you
It's the best shot of your life
And I warn you
It's the best shot of your life
Shot of love
Shot of love
Rock you little lady make you blow and bleed
A little bit of what you need is guaranteed
Come on now honey we'll get full of desire
A humping and a bumping till we start a fire (a huffin' and a
puffin') ？
CHORUS
(Shot of love - I'm gonna make you plead)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, awright ooh hoo hoo baby oh baby)
CHORUS
Shot of Love
Like to plead？
Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love
A humping and pumping got you jumping
Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love
A little bit of what you need is guaranteed
Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love
Let me warn you, I'm coming for you
Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love
Shot of love, Shot of love
Come on give me shot of love
10.Lets Make It
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Hey sugar baby
So hot and tasty
Come on give me some love
You're driving me wild
It's way past midnight
Why don't we take a ride
We'll make some honey
As we cruise real slow
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
I'll be your ladies man
If you give me the chance
We keep a jumpin'
Till the music run dry
And if we take a rest
We'll smoke some cigarettes
And start a smoking
Going out of control
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
Let's not waste it
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
We're gonna make it
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
Let's not waste it
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah
We're gonna make it
Let's go
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
Lets make it, don't waste it
Lets make it, come on and taste it
11.Goodbye ＆ Good Riddance To Bad Luck
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Getting (bombed ｜｜ bummed) out on booze
Got nothing to lose
Run out of money
Disposable blues
Sleazy hotels
Like living in hell
The girls on the hustle
With nothing to sell
Want something for nothing
It's always the same
Keep pushing and shoving
And I'm down on the game
Always in trouble
Forever detained
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And good riddance to bad luck
Well spread out the news
There's a free man loose
Back out of jail
And chasing some flooze
Bad luck has changed
Broken the chains
Lay down a claim
For monetary gains
Wonder what's coming
Out for the take
Freedom for loving
And lust for the taste
Eyes are wide open
Wild to the game
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And good riddance to bad luck
Goodbye and good riddance to bad luck
(Woo yeah
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
and good riddance to bad luck
oooh yeah
to bad luck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bad luck
Goodbye, good riddance to bad luck
said goodbye, good riddance to bad luck
Broken the chains
of bad luck
Bye, bye, bye
Bad luck
Throw down the gates
of bad luck
goodbye and good riddance
to bad luck)
12.If You Dare
Lyrics：Young／Young
Music：Young／Young
Honey do you love me
Love me like you do
Honey won't you come outside and play
If you dare
If you dare
Yeah, heh
Honey do you love me
Love me like you do
Woman won't you come outside and play
If you dare
If you dare
Woman if you love me
Love me like you do
Love me like you say
Woman won't you come outside and play
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
Yeah you got some going from the fire baby
Yow, oooh
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you dare
Come on outside, Come on outside, Come on outside
If you, if you dare
Come outside and play
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