ell you ain't just the way you speak

You know it's just the way you go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down

Mary, Mary, you're the one for me
And the way you hum
Sting me like a bumble bee Bzzzz
I'll be around to see you 'bout, 'bout half past ten
Ain't felt this good
Since I don't know when
You got the touch that I need so much
In your finger tips
I got the honey that you love to taste
On those lovely lips

So go down
Go down, go down, go down, baby, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down

Ooh, baby, rub it on
Y'know it's sticky and sweet
And it's been so long
And no else got a touch like you
I let you do things to me
I let no other woman do
Oh feels good, ah feels good, oh yeah
You do it like you should, ah, aaahhhh

Oh yeah yeah
I loved you so much
Make me so glad I'm a man

Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down...

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





DOG EAT DOG
(Young - Young - Scott)

Well it's a dog eat dog, eat cat too
The French eat frog, and I eat you
Business man when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust
Do you sign your life away
Do you write your name in dust

Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog

Dog eat dog, read the news
Someone win, someone lose
Up's above and down's below
And limbo's in between
Up you win, down you lose
It's anybody's game

Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog

And it's a eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
It's a lie
That's the truth
See the blind man on the street
Lookin' for somethin' free
Hear the kind man ask his friend
What's in it for me

Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog

Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog...

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





LET THERE BE ROCK
(Young - Young - Scott)

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five
Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show
'N all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tschaikovsky had the news, he said

Let there be sound, and there was sound
Let there be light, and there was light
Let there be drums, there was drums
Let there be guitar, there was guitar, ah
Let there be rock

And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowin' up a storm
And the guitar man got famous
The business man got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven year itch
There was fifteen million fingers
Learnin' how to play
And you could hear the fingers pickin'
And this is what they had to say

Let there be light, sound, drums, 'n guitar, ah
Let there be rock

One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand
There was a 42 decibel rockin' band
And the music was good
And the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd

Let there be rock

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





BAD BOY BOOGIE
(Young - Young - Scott)

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 said go
They said fast, I said slow
They said lost, I said no
I do the bad boy boogie

Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad
I had me more dirty women than most men ever had
All you women come along with me
And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be

I said right and they said left
I said east and they said west
I said up and they said down
I do the bad boy boogie
All over town

I wouldn't tell you no story
Tell you no lie
I was born to love till the day I die
I just line em up
And I knock 'em down
And they all came a runnin' when the word got around
Just keep a runnin'

(Bad boy boogie)
I said up
They said down
(Bad boy boogie)
They said straight
I said round
(Bad boy boogie)
They said lost
I said found
(Bad boy boogie)
I said free
And they said bound

Bad boy boogie
Do the bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





PROBLEM CHILD
(Young - Young - Scott)

Cop this

I'm hot, and when I'm not
I'm cold as ice
Get out of my way
Just Step aside
Or pay the price

What I want I take
What I don't I break
And I don't want you
With a flick of my knife
I can change your life
There's nothing you can do

I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, yes I am
I'm a problem child
And I'm wild

Make my stand
No man's land
On my own
Man in blue
It's up to you
The seed is sown

What I want I stash
What I don't I smash
And you're on my list
Dead or alive
I got a .45
And I never miss

I'm a problem child, hey
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
Just runnin' wild

Just watch your step

Every night
Street light
I drink my booze
Some run
Some fight
But I win they lose
What I need I like
What I don't I fight
And I don't like you
Say bye bye
While you're still alive
Your time is through

Cause I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem child
I'm a problem child
Even my mother hates me
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine
(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child)
Problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem child
And I'm running wild
I'm a problem child
(Problem child, problem child...)

© 1976, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





OVERDOSE
(Young - Young - Scott)

I never smoked me no cigarettes
I never drank much booze
But I'm only a man doncha understand
A man can sometimes lose
You gave me somethin' I never had
Pulled me down with you
Hit me up with a big hunka love
Hope you can pull you through

I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true,
Ain't nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you

Oh woman you give to me
More than I can take
But listen honey
I don't mind
You're a habit I don't wanna break
Don't want me none of that harder stuff
Don't need it anymore
I'm in hell and I'm sinkin' fast
And I don't need no cure

I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true
Ain't nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you

I was as happy as a man can be
To far gone to save
Died of love and plenty of
Just write on my grave

I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true
There's nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you
On you

On you, on you
All over you, all over you, all over
I overdosed, overdosed
Overdosed on you
Overdosed, aaaahhhh

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





CRABSODY IN BLUE
(Young - Young - Scott)

Well they moved on down
And they crawled around
Walkin' sideways
Sideway walkin'
Give me the blues

And you start to scratch
When they start to hatch
Walkin' sideways
Sideway walkin'
Give me the blues

Oh, but when they start to bite
Then it's time you saw the light
For an appointment, I know
Before you start to scream
That's when you apply the cream
Blues ointment

Oh well the doctor said
"We got to make 'em dead"
Walkin' sideways
Sideway walkin'
Give me the blues

And when you start to scream
That's when you apply the cream
Blues ointment

And when they start to itch
You go out and take the bitch
For an appointment

Well you rub it on
And you rub it in
Stops 'em walking
Sideway walkin'
Give them the blues

Sideway walkin'
Sideway walkin'
They got the blues
Give them the blues
They got the blues
Give them the blues

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





HELL AIN'T A BAD PLACE TO BE
(Young - Young - Scott)

Hey you, yeah you

Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not
Puts me down, fool me around
Why she do it to me
Out for satisfaction
Any piece of action
That ain't the way it should be

She needs lovin'
Knows I'm the man
She's gotta see
Pours my beer
Licks my ear
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't a bad place to be

Spends my money
Drinks my booze
Stays out every night
But I got to thinkin', hey just a minute
Somethin' ain't right
All this disillusions and confusion
Make me wanna cry
Oh the shame you, playin' your games
Tellin' me those lies

Don't mind her playin' demon
Long as it's with me
If this is hell
Then you could say
It's heavenly
Hell ain't a bad place to be

Late at night
Turns down the light
Closes up on me
Opens my heart
Tears me apart
Brings out the devil in me

Hell ain't no bad place to be
I said hell ain't no bad place to be
Hell ain't no bad place to be
Hell ain't no bad place to be

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.





WHOLE LOTTA ROSIE
(Young - Young - Scott)

Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
I come to lovin'
Oh she steals the show

She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Fort'two thirt'nine, fiftysix
You could say she got it all

Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do

Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bones
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman

Honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one who turn
Only one who turn me on
All through the night time
And right around the clock
Ooh, to my surprise
Rosie never stops

She was a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta woman

Ohh you're a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman

© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.