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CAN I SIT NEXT TO YOU GIRL
(Young - Young)
I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night
Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright
Then I took her by surprise
When I threw her one of my lines
She started smiling at me real fine
That's when I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Can I sit next to you girl, Can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl, Can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl
At intermission we were doing alright
Until this guy came up and stood by her side
Then he took me by surprise
When he threw her one of my lines
She started smiling at him real fine
That's when he sai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-aid
Can I sit next to you girl, Can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl, Can I sit next to you girl
Can I sit next to you girl
Oh yeah
Can I sit next to you girl, Can I sit next to you girl
...
© 1974, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
ROCKIN' IN THE PARLOUR
(Young - Young)
I met her in Caroline
Round about sixty-nine
Well she came up to me and said, "Hi there honey
How'd you like to come along"
Cause we're gonna have a party
Yeah a rock 'n' roll party
Well we're gonna have a party
And before I knew
We were rockin' in the parlour
Rockin' in the parlour
Well the next time I saw her roll
Was way down in Mexico
She said, "I've got some booze around at my place
So come along and have some fun"
Cause we're gonna have a party
Yeah a rock 'n' roll party
Well we're gonna have a party
And before I knew
We were rockin' in the parlour
Rockin' in the parlour
Alright!
Rockin' in the parlour
Rockin' in the parlour
And before I knew
We were rockin' in the parlour
Alright!
Rockin' in the parlour
Rockin' in the parlour
Rockin' in the parlour
...
© 1974, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
CARRY ME HOME
(Young - Young - Scott)
The bartender's working on a late night shift
See bums n blonds n barmaids on a midnight drift
And the dance band's playing the same old slime
I'm sinkin' whiskey and you're sippin' fine wine
I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move, uh uh
And I've got my reputation lyin' on the line
Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind
Oh won't you carry me home
Won't you carry me home
Won't you carry me home
Like a truck, pick me up
You ain't no lady but you sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow
And your back's needin' breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show
But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right outta coin
But you want more and it's half past four and they wanna close the
joint
But we can't afford a taxi, and it's too late for the bus
But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust
Carry me home
Oh won't you carry me home
Carry me home
Don't let me lie in here, in all this beer
You drank all your booze and half of mine
I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and
kill me)
Just like the man who threw me on the floor
Don't matter, while I'm down here I might as well try and find the
fuckin' door
Scuse me, have you seen, it's about this big
And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
I'm dead drunk n' heavin' hangin' upside down
N' you're getting up and leaving, do you think I'm gonna drown
Carry me home
Oh won't you carry me home
Carry me home
Carry me home
Oh won't you carry me home
Carry me home
© 1977, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
THE JACK (Long version - live 1977)
(Young - Young - Scott)
Gonorrhea, I just had my second dose
Of gonorrhea
She gave me her mind
Then she gave me her body
But it seems to me
That she gave it to anybody
But I made her cry
And I made her scream
I took her high
And I curdled her cream
But how was I to know that she had been there before
She told me she was a virgin
She was number nine, ninety-nine on the clinical list
And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack
I searched her mind
And I searched her body
But so did everybody
But she gave me her heart
And she gave me her soul
And a great big, worn out
Empty hole
But how was I to know it had been filled in before
She said, "Bon, I've never had the urgency"
She was number nine, ninety-nine on the critical list
And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack
© 1975, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
SNAKE EYE
(Young - Young - Johnson)
You paint a picture, so it's plain to see
Ain't no hiding, no security
I'll be watching, every move you make
When you hear my rattle, better be awake
Snake eyes, watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, it's coming
Snake eyes, ain't no escaping from the snake eye, no way
You leave a footprint, for my eye to see
Catch an echo, from a lock and key
From the shadow, or behind a rock
Get your anti venom from the doctor shop
Snake eyes, watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, it's coming
Snake eyes, ain't no escaping from the snake eye
Snake eyes, snake eyes
Snake eyes, snake eyes
Hear a rustle, from behind a tree
Get you running, home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and, you think you're safe
Ha ha ha ha ha, wrong again child
Snake eyes, I'm watching
Snake eyes, oh look out
Snake eyes, it's coming
Snake eyes
Got the snake eyes, ain't no escaping from the snake eye
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Ain't no escaping from the
Just keep a lookout for the
Snake eye
© 1988, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
BORROWED TIME
(Young - Young - Johnson)
Got the word, getting ready
Gonna get my pay from the union man
Runnin' light, loadin' heavy
Where the action's hot, it's where I am
No town, no city
Gonna be free from the jump 'n' jive
Kissin' life, getting gritty
If the mule don't kick you know the mule don't ride
And I know, yes I know, oh I know
That's the way to go
And I know, and I know
And I know that I'm gonna get it down the road
Cause I'm living on borrowed time
You do it your way, I'll do it mine
Living on borrowed time
Don't need a shove, don't need a sign, no sign
Call me names, call me crazy
Don't try to stop me when I feel this way
It's a game, whoops a daisy
Here come another girl to make my day
And I know, yes I know, and I know
That's the way to go
And I know, yes I know
I'm gonna get up on when I'm on the road
Cause I'm living on borrowed time
You do it your way, I'll do it mine
Cause I'm living on a borrowed time
Don't need a shove, don't need a sign
So long, goodbye, good luck, au revoir baby
Look out people, never let me loose
Cause I'm living on borrowed time
You do it your way, I'll do it mine
Living on borrowed time
Don't need a shove, don't need a sign
Yes I'm living on borrowed time
Living on borrowed time
Living on borrowed time
Don't need a shove, don't need a sign, no sign
I don't need a sign to show me the way
© 1988, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
DOWN ON THE BORDERLINE
(Young - Young - Johnson)
She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, did it physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup
I'm on the borderline, on the borderline
She go struttin' round and she shows so much
With a neon sign saying don't you touch
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
She use me like anchor get a hold on me
On the borderline, see the danger sign
On the borderline, getting out of line
On the borderline, but it feels so good
On the borderline, on the borderline
On the borderline, borderline
You know I shook the dice to climb the money tree
But the border man dealt a 5 to me
She doesn't wantcha when your pockets dry
The queen of hearts won't tell ya when your ace is high
On the borderline, on the borderline
She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, did it physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup
On the borderline, see the danger sign
On the borderline, getting out of line
On the borderline, but it feels so good
On the borderline, on the borderline
On the borderline, on the borderline
I'm on the borderline, borderline
Gonna meet you there
I'm down across the borderline
I'm on the borderline, can you take it
On the borderline, are you man enough
On the borderline
If you wanna know the way ask
Meet me on the borderline
© 1988, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
BIG GUN
(Young - Young)
A riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man taking what he can
Shoot-out on the silver screen
Stickin' 'em up and knockin' 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell outta you
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Gettin' off and doin' no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalize
Tear the flesh off of you
Classified live lady killers
Preyin' in a human zoo
He'd saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell outta you
Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot
Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later
Big gun kick the hell outta you
© 1993, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
CYBERSPACE
(Young - Young)
Oh yeah!
High tail in your face
Black hole rockin' the place
Hong Kong videos
Big bang mad to blow
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Eight ball in the pack
Big bone juke box jack
Hot star burnin' it up
Full moon runnin' amok
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
Blow you all into cyberspace
Gotta get out, get out of this place
Blow a big hole into cyberspace
Octane down the track
Flat chat smash the mach
Blow out burnin' hot
Mile high take you right to the top
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
Blow you all into cyberspace
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
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