(Ian Hunter)
Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place in the front row. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, let's go! (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz, Guitars getting higher and higher. The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint, Stoke more coke on the fire. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). The golden age of rock and roll will never die, As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry. Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation, Don't wanna wreck; just recreation, Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound. The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now. So if the going gets rough, Don't you blame us You ninety-six decible freaks Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). That's all
(Ian Hunter)
No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No Don't pressurize me so Don't gamble with my life, or you won't live to do it twice Oh take some good advice from me And let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the wordworm to choke me And you're like a giraffe, the performance is poor Watch the audience laugh as my head hits the floor When I'm broken in half you still reach for the saw STOP! I've had enough of this The pantomime's reversed I need -you feed I greed - you bleed Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - Well you'd better forget it Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - Go check your stocks and shares And when the coffin comes make sure there's room for two You lied - I led I died - You're dead Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - You'd better forget it Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - go check your product A traitor, deceiver, a groovy disbeliever I thought A puppet was a thing cheap-taught - No way Creator, conceiver, romantic love receiver - caught "Who are you" "The nerve" I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, AHHHHH! Oh he wanna play chords to the chick on the street He wanna play words to a world that don't speak He wanna play people who play hide 'n' seek when they don't talk He wanna play a riff to the man with the wires He wanna play lead but his hand's getting tired He just wanna play but don't know how to say - STOP OK, the show's been fun But my wood's begun to warp They won -I'm done New one - begun Marionette - I did my best Teacher's pet - It just couldn't last Marionette - Get me out of this mess Teacher's little pet - It happened so fast Marionette - Now I need a rest Teacher's pet - Where's my sanity gone - Mother? Marionette - I did my best Teacher's little pet - I'm just like all the others They gambled, with my life and now I've lost my will to fight Oh God these wires are so tight.... I'm just a marionette.
(Ian Hunter)
Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze, As the wind died away she sank way below her knees, And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She must have been at least a fathom high. She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street, with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet, and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing luck, as she climed into his truck to make a buck. Oh my god, she's running round the trees, Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real. Alice you remind me of Manhattan, The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in, Oh, I got my eyes on you. Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch, cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch, and you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled, and the cops don't even stop and you feel old. See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long, now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long, but make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood, the producer seems to think, she's kinda good. Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence, laughing at the lights of New York City. Alice you remind of Manhattan, the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in. Oh, just come over. ROLL UP See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards, ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse, and it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay, or is it really just a couple of blocks away. Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders about the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under? She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions, see Alice is always based on split decisions. Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence and digging what I thought was New York City. Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan, the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in, Oh, I like you Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you, your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue, you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose, Oh, I know it. Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it, and you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it. Yeah You didn't make the book
(Ian Hunter)
See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just don't know A new town nothing - send for the hearse. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this mist. Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled And I can't seem to prove it. You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor The juvenile delinquent bit The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (One's your son, one's your son, one's your son) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better hide, better hide, better hide) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're too late, you're too late, you're too late) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH)
(Overend Watts)
Baby took me out last night Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn't get home 'till light. She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off a rail. He didn't see me comin' but he surely saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail. She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. Listen, fella, baby gonna sell her Don't you try and steal her away Crash, man, logs in the dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later.
(Ian Hunter)
Wooohooo..... She doesn't have to say - she only has to look I think she sees through me - reads me like a book And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me And the love goes sailin' on - across the stormy seas. Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe, She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' Woohooo....Woohooo Sometimes I go over the line, she has to bring me down, And the pride pulls heavy, makes some evil sounds. But I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me And the sea runs calmer now, I kiss the love that sleeps. Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' O-O-Oh....O-O-Oh Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe O-O-Oh....O-O-Oh
(Ian Hunter)
SHUT UP!!! It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist there's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse Number One ain't gettin' it done And Number Two always got to lose Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Now I'll tell you something It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some They got no chins and they always win Piece of glass hides the class from the mass Uni-own Jack is starting to crack The greed breed's killin' off the grass Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors! Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Thought you said, you'd make us into a star You just jive, you connived with our lives You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'? Times are a-changin', winds are blowin' Big white chief, false teeth showin' I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin' You're on the lamm, can't control it You're just a sham, you mink stole it Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker
(Ian Hunter)
I'm feelin' ugly - I'm feelin low - mornin' mirror - you ain't no rose And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it Oh! Christ I'm tired. Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror - what did I do to you? You're my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinations On through time And you're my diary - yeah, the bitter truth - unexpurgated - a mis-spent youth, oh Do you have to paint teeth green, when they're snowy, white and clean? Do you have to make eyes red, when they're clear and fresh instead? Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feeling kinda good I run and look at you, just like a pop star would But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes That say "My make-up's good..." I'd like to.... I'd like so much to.... Oh I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that vain Seven years bad luck ain't that long - before I smash you, hear my song Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong.
(Ian Hunter)
Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, I'll keep you safe and all right Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die No matter if fools say we can't win I know I'll fall in love again Roll away the stone, roll away the stone So sing - we still got a chance Baby in love and sweet romance Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there (Well I got my invite) Gonna bring your records (Ohh, will do) Made it! Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on..... yeah Come on roll
These lyrics have been determined after careful listening to the tracks in question, and are provided for educational purposes only. Due to the possibility of mis-hearing, we cannot vouch for their accuracy. Copyright remains vested in the lawful copyright holders.
Transcribed by James A. Kuykendall. Minor correction to Marionette by Kerry Rex. Minor corrections to Born Late 58 by James Hartway.