1.(bazoom) I Need Your Lovin'
(BAZOOM) I NEED YOUR LOVIN'
The Cheers
The music was playing
The moon was shining bright
I heard someone saying
Oh what a lovely night
I turned around and
I saw you standing there
I still remember
The flowers in your hair
Sweet love lovin
Lover please come back
(I need your lovin)
One night of heaven
That's all I ever got
Eight to eleven
It ended on the dot
That's when it happened
The very thing I feared
I closed my eyes once
And then you disappeared
Sweet love lovin
Lover please come back
(I need your lovin)
(Need your lovin)
I been goin crazy
Searchin for my lovin baby
Going up and down the street
And asking everyone I meet
If they have seen an angel anywhere
With pretty flowers in her hair
Tell me, where can she be
Love, love, lover (Bazoom)
My tears are fallin for ya
Love, love, lover (Bazoom)
My heart keeps callin for ya
I need ya badly (Bazoom)
You know I love you madly
Feel so forsaken (Bazoom)
My heart is almost breakin
Sweet love lovin
Lover please come back
Need your lovin
I need your lovin
Bazoom Bazoom, Bazoom...
FADE
2.Black Denim Trousers
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
He had axle grease embedded underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying, 'Mother, I love you'
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her 'cause everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said, 'I've got a feeling, if you ride tonight, I'll grieve'
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
In the rumble of his engine and the smoke from his exhaust
Then he took off like the devil and there was fire in his eyes
He said, 'I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise'
But he hit a screamin' diesel that was California-bound
And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found
Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But they couldn't find the 'cycle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of Highway 101
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