Ballad of Mutt

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
Tattooed millionaire, 7", 12", Single, Shape pic disc

Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on
Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on
I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone

Before I met my baby didn't have a clue
Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do
Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else
 
She went to see my kennel, she said "It's like a rabbit huch"
She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much"
She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called
He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar

SOLO

One time, baby, I took her for a walk
Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck
Three time looser, this ain't no game
Five hand shuffle driving me insane
I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name

We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed
I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me
It was hell, I tell you
And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me!

Some...
There's some harmonica?  In the ball?

SOLO

I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree
She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free"
Before I met my baby my life was misery
Before I met my baby my life was misery 

Hm...

Darkness be my friend

(B. Dickinson)
All the young dudes, 7", 12", Single, Shape pic disc

Cold sunlight falling on me
Cold sunlight falling on me
I am a lonely man, sorrow is my friend
Fall asleep as the dawn comes up, a ray of hope again

Hold a crystal vision, for a second, let it pass
Hold a crystal vision, for a moment making last
Summers so quickly gone, darkness be my friend
Nothing lasts forever, but the certainty of change

SOLO
I am a lonely man, sorrow is my friend
Nothing lasts forever, but the certainty of change

Fog on the Tyne

(trad)
Dive, dive, Live, Video

Sitting in a sleazy snack-bar sucking sickly sausage rolls
Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways,
think I'll sign off the dole - 'cause

CHORUS:
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.

Could a Copper catch a crooked coffin-maker,
Could a Copper comprehend
That a crooked coffin-maker's just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be your friend, and

REPEAT CHORUS

Tell it to tomorrow, today will take its time,
To tell you what tonight will bring.
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Everybody do their thing.

We can swing together,
We can have a wee-wee,
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slips a whisper
That it's simple, sister,
Slap them down and slap it on their smalls, 'cause

REPEAT CHORUS

Riding with the angels

(R. Ballard)
Dive dive dive, 12", 12" Pic disc, Single
(Original: Samson-Shock Tactics)

Katie was a kid, I guess she hid her thoughts from everyone
Went to school at eight, she was never late
Didn't know the meaning of fun

Every night Katie prayed to God above
But her daddy gave her everything but love

She woke up one day, said: "I'm on my way"
Her mummy read the letter, It did say: 
"I'm on my way, I'm on my way"

CHORUS: 
Riding with the angels (x4) 
She's having fun fun fun
She's having fun fun fun

Rode around, every boy in town tried to win her back
It was no go, cause she rode with Joe, he was the leader of the pack
People ran for cover when they rolled to town
The night was black, rain on the ground

Engines scream, running too fast
They knew the ride would be their last
They're on their way, They're on their way

REPEAT CHORUS

Look out

SOLO

Riding with the angels (x3) 

REPEAT CHORUS

Riding with the angels, Fun fun fun fun fun fun (Repeat and fade out)

(A. Young, M. Young, B. Scott)
Darkness be my friend, 12", Single
Dive dive dive, 12", 12" Pic disc, Single
(Original: AC/DC-Powerage)

Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis and caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la

I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
And it's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free

CHORUS:
I'm coming in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Through the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city

Oh, I'm gonna rule you baby
Come one, Oh!

SOLO

Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief

Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, and I'm coming in to get you babe

So spin that wheel, roll those dice
Cut those load of decks
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice

REPEAT CHORUS

Wow, come on

Winds of change

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
Tattooed millionaire, 12", SINGLE

When you think that it's all over and you want your ragged mile
And the winds of change are blowing all around, all around
Stop and look, you're not the only one on the road out in the night
Take some time to find your brother, it does take time to get it right

CHORUS:
Winds of change blow over us (x3)
Winds of change don't change us at all

In a world of desperation women struggle to be free
Their last truth and inspiration to break the chains of you and me
Look around and have your visions of what is and what could be
Letting loose imagination, make your own reality

REPEAT CHORUS

We all stand together, all of us as one
You hold on to somebody as the road whines on and on
You fierce into the rising sun, even a blind man knows the way
You're children of a new age, you can blaze your own way

REPEAT CHORUS