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Intro
Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh it's a killing machine it's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tires everything
I love it and I need it I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Allright hold tight. I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend
Ooh she's a killing machine she's got everything
Like a moving mouth, body control and everything
I Love her, I need her, I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Allright hold tight I'm a highway star
Solo
Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head now that I'm on the road again
Ooh I'm in heaven again I'v got everything
Like a moving ground, throttle control and everything
I love it, I need it, I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Allright hold tight I'm a highway star
Solo
Nobody gonna take my car....
I'm a highway star, I'm a highway star
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Peeping round the door I got a big surprise
Couldn't see a thing but open skies
They've taken her away where is she now
Wish that she was here wish she'd hold my hand
Maybe she could laugh maybe understand
Why was I so cruel where is she now
Acting like a fool I had to make her cry
Maybe I'm a Leo but I ain't a lion
I'm hurting oh so bad, I want her now
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Somebody's shouting up at a mountain
Only my own words return.
Nobody's up there, it's a deception.
When will I ever learn?
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And whispering pictures of home.
Wondering blindly, how can they find me?
Maybe they don't even know.
My body is shaking, anticipating
The call of the black footed crow.
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And talking 'bout pictures of home.
Here in this prison of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero, but there's no worship
Where have they hidden my throne?
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And screaming out pictures of home.
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Somebody Somebody
Come to my side
I'm tired I'm crying
I'm sick inside
My woman that woman
Just wasn't right
Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before
So funny so funny
Just like a show
One name two people
All in a row
Somebody Somebody
Someone must go
I was hurt when I was younger
By a woman who was cold
She took my name
She took my body
And she threw away my soul
Can't hide I can't hide my misery
I know my sorrow won't set me free
She did it d'you see she did it to me
Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before
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We all came out to Montro
on a lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We never have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
Till some stupid with a flare gun
He burned the place to da ground
Smoke on the water, and fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids from the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out fast
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water,and fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Makin' our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We made a place to stay
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water,and fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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(* music and no singing)
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Intro:
You're lazy Just stay in bed
You're lazy Just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live you don't want to cry no more
Harmonica solo:
Well my trying ain't done no good
I said my trying ain't done no good
You don't make no effort no not like you should
Lazy you just stay in bed
Lazy you just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread
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We had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'
Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We'd move to the Canaveral moonstop
And everynaut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space truckin' round the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'
The fireball that we rode was moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah the freaks said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in their solar system
They've rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around the Borealice
They're Space Truckin' everyday
Come on
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If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.
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Peeping round the door I got a big surprise
Couldn't see a thing but open skies
They've taken her away where is she now
Wish that she was here wish she'd hold my hand
Maybe she could laugh maybe understand
Why was I so cruel where is she now
Acting like a fool I had to make her cry
Maybe I'm a Leo but I ain't a lion
I'm hurting oh so bad, I want her now
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Intro:
You're lazy Just stay in bed
You're lazy Just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live you don't want to cry no more
Harmonica solo:
Well my trying ain't done no good
I said my trying ain't done no good
You don't make no effort no not like you should
Lazy you just stay in bed
Lazy you just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread
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