The Runaways Album

I'd like to introduce the band
Joan Jett, rhythm guitar
Jackie Fox, bass
Sandy West our drummer
And now, our beautiful lead guitarist Lita Ford

Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever

Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "Yes" but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree

Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever

(Joan Jett)

Don't turn away, I know you feel it
If you want me love, you don't have to steal it
Your eyes they beg
The tears you fashion up
Gonna get involved in the nature of love

C'mon, C'mon
You know you make me want you
C'mon, oh c'mon

It's getting late, we made a start now
I can't talk about that love anyhow
Your eyes are wide, your body's shakin'
I got the hives my soul is achin'

C'mon, C'mon
You know you make me want you
C'mon, oh c'mon

Hot throat, to race this love I have
You're one of a kind, don't want no other
Love is your thing you keep my style
Clean me out with an easy smile

C'mon, C'mon
You know you make me want you
C'mon, oh c'mon

(Kim Fowley/Jackie Fox/Joan Jett)

Hey foxy' come here
He's too old, Jackie
Probably doesn't know what it's like anymore
Hey Lita, I feel so, um, you know
I know
Let's go to Hollywood and party all night
Really, it's Saturday night
We'll park at 7-Eleven and walk down the street
And look for some beef
Hollywood, it felt so good
Oh look at this guy coming down here
All right
Two of 'em
Hollywood it felt so good
One for you and one for me
Oh, oh
My God look at that turkey, he's wearin' a
Just look at him
Oh no
He's comin' this way
Hey
Come on sweetie
(verbal exchange)
No, no, no, no you're too old
Yeah you're too old, too old
Bye, bye
Hey, you have an extra cigarette?
(All out)
Oh well
He stunk like alcohol
Yeah I know
Where are all the guys tonight?
I don't know
Sure wasn't like this in Cleveland
I know
Remember those guys in Scotland?
What about New York?
Boston?
Oh, look at this guy
I know
(Hi girls, what's happening?)
Not you!
Well
Hey dog get away from me
Oh yuck
Ooh
Hey Lita what time is it?
Oh, ah... quarter to three
Guess I should go home
I gotta get up early, photo session
Photo session?
God I hate 'em
I wanna go do something, ya know
I still feel like doing something
Why don't we go over to Phreddie's house and watch TV with him?
What, Mary Hartman?
Oh yeah
That was on four hours ago
We can tell our mother
We can tell our mother
We're gonna stay at Joan's
Yeah
I want some beer

(J. Jett/K. Fowley)

You didn't care you went and broke my heart
I'll get ya back you know it's gonna start
You gave me pain thats whatcha done to me
When I get through you'll be sorry you met me

You'll wish you were never born
Blackmail, blackmail
I'll make you pay
For the life that you tore
Blackmail
Black
Mail

You put it to me and now we'll play my game
I'll wrap you up and you'll go insane
It took so long and I waited my turn
You pay your debt I'm gonna make you burn you know

You'll wish you were never born
Blackmail, blackmail
I'll make you pay
For the life that you tore
Blackmail
Black
Mail

I know about you and I'm gonna tell
The way I planned you're gonna go through hell
Now you listen to what I'm about to say
Or you won't live to see the light of day, you know

(Kim Fowley)

I don't like to live alone
Out on the avenue
I can't go back to being straight
I've seen the gutter view

Is it day or night?
Porcupine kiss, novacaine lips
Is it day or night?
White flowers weep
In their warm dust sleep
And its dog eat dog tonight

Back door to insanity
Was ripped from their throats
Street wise hustlers and six string masters
Look cold in their over coats

Is it day or night?
Porcupine kiss, novacaine lips
Is it day or night?
White flowers weep
In their warm dust sleep
And its dog eat dog tonight

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces
Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darlin' I feel the ice is slowly meltin'
Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear
Here come the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Here come the sun, here comes the sun
It's all right, it's all right

(K. Fowley/Steven T.)

Good mornin' sunshine feels like Hollywood
Got lipstick traces of famous Hollywood
And in my school I'm like the legend of Hollywood
Mama says I'm much too good for the neighborhood

Hollywood wish I could
They say I'm too young to dream
But I see your treasures in my magazines
Hollywood wish I could

Good evening moonlight feels like Hollywood
Got the kinda face that would be loved in Hollywood
On my television I get news from Hollywood
Daddy says I'm much too good for the neighborhood

Hollywood wish I could
They say I'm too young to dream
But I see your treasures in my magazines
Hollywood wish I could

Don't want the heartbreak and the pain
Nor the fortune and the fame
All my friends are still in school
The ones I've lost say I'm a fool
Yes, I'm a fool, I'm a fool

Hollywood wish I could
They say I'm too young to dream
But I see your treasures in my magazines
Hollywood wish I could

Hollywood wish I could
They say I'm too young to dream
But I see your treasures in my magazines
Hollywood wish I could

Hollywood I wish I could
They say I'm too young to dream
But I see your treasures in my magazines
Hollywood wish I could

(Jett)

Before I was in
A rock n' roll band
I couldn't get the time of day
Now I'm doin' everything I can
I thought I had it made
Strangers drop in
And pretend they're friends
People I don't even know
I want you, I need you
It's so hard to tell
And what you're really feelin'
Won't show

Don't abuse me
Now you listen to what I say
If you're tryin' to use me
Why don't you just go away

You took me around
An' you showed me the town
I thought you were kind of nice
But if someone stepped in
With more to show
You'd drop me without thinkin' twice
You tie yourself to my apron strings
Thinkin' your friends will be impressed
You get your way by bribin' me
Tellin' me I'm the best

Don't abuse me
Now you listen to what I say
If you're tryin' to use me
Why don't you just go away

Who can I trust an' where can I go
To find someone who truly wants me
Take me for what I am
That's the way it's gotta be
Rock n' roll love you want so bad
Tellin' everybody you're mine
But we both know deep down inside
You're just diggin' for every dime

(Joan Jett)

My one and only shining star said
Stick with me and I'll take you far
Your eyes are sparkling with teenage fire
I'll satisfy your mad desires cause

I love playing with fire
And I don't wanna get burned
I love playing with fire
And I don't think I'll ever learn

My heart is aching to see you play
And I can't wait till another day
The way you shake me is really hot
You know how to use what you got

I love playing with fire
And I don't wanna get burned
I love playing with fire
And I don't think I'll ever learn

Acting tough with looks that kill
You got me going and I can't stand still
My arms are dying to hold ya tight
You're my little dark dynamite you know

I love playing with fire
And I don't wanna get burned
I love playing with fire
And I don't think I'll ever learn

(C. Currie/K. Fowley/K. Krome/S. West)

We speak in codes and no one knows
Cause we're living a double life
Kept inside our love dreams hide
Cause we're living a double life

Secrets
We're got dreams
Mysteries
And crazy schemes
Secrets
We've got dreams
Secrets
Can't be seen

Out on the street the shadows meet
Cause we're living a double life
We can't tell it fits so well
Thats we're living a double life

Secrets
We're got dreams
Mysteries
And crazy schemes
Secrets
We've got dreams
Secrets
Can't be seen

Shhh someones coming
Shhh be quiet
If we get caught
Just deny it