A song called Highway Star, one. Nobody gonna my car I'm gonna it to the ground Nobody beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of Ooh, a killing machine got everything Like a driving
Big fat and everything I love it and I it, I feed it Yeah, it me on Alright, hold
I'm a highway star, gonna take my girl I'm gonna her to the end Nobody gonna take my
She close on every bend Ooh, she's a killing She got a moving mouth
Body control and I it, I need it, yeah Yeah, she me on Alright, hold
I'm a star gonna take my head Now I'm on the road again Nobody gonna my head
I gonna my..., yeah, yeah Ooh, I'm in heaven I got Like an open
All my and everything I it and I need it, I feed it Yeah, it me on Alright, hold
I'm a highway Oh, my Nobody gonna my car I'm gonna race it to the
Nobody take my car It's break the speed of sound Ooh, a killing machine It's got
Oh, a moving Big fat tyres and I it and I need it, I bleed it Yeah, it me on
Alright, tight I'm a highway I'm a highway I'm a star
Oh, yes I am, you Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Head. This is a about... Sweet child in time, see the line
The that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man, he's at the world The bullets flying, taking toll If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you
And you've not been hit by lead You've not been hit by lead You'd better your eyes You'd better bow head
Wait for the Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm cryin' for you day and Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, I want to you say A-a-ah, child in time, you'll see the line
The that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us See the man, shooting at the world The bullets flying, they're everyone If you've bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by lead You've not been hit by lead You'd close your eyes You'd better bow head
for the ricochet Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I to be inside of you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, I hear you sing A-a-ah, - You're about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller
than you. You're about foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... [indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable] - Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells the story of how we recorded it and what wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The Water, one. Alright, We all out to Montreux On the Geneva shoreline
To make with a mobile We didn't have time, no Frank and the Mothers Were at the best around
But some stupid a flare gun the place to the ground, now Smoke on the water, a in the sky
Smoke on the But down You burned down the gambling house
It died with an sound Claude was running in and out He was kids out of ground When it all was
We had to another place time was running on It seemed that we lose the race on the water, a fire in the sky
It was Smoke on the to the ground, it was You
We up at the Grand Hotel It was empty, cold and But with the Rolling truck Stones thing outside our music there
A few red lights, a few old We made a to sweat No what we get out of this I know, I know we'll never
on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the It was down was crying - you. Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more if you got it. Ah? -(...everything than everything else.) - Yeah, can we everything louder than everything else? Right. No one the things you do Because I in front of you But you me all the time You put in my mind I used to and say my prayers my life without a care Now I become a fool 'Cause I to the mule How can I change when my Is a friend of a Lucifer hid in the Just another slave for the (...???..., yeah) - Ian on drums, yes. There was a woman A strange kind of The kind that written down in history Her was Nancy Her was nothing fancy She left a trail of and misery I her Everybody her She loved everyone and gave them return I to take her I tried to break her She said, I ain't for takin' won't you learn I you, I need you, I gotta be near you I my money as I took my turn I want you, I need you, I gotta be you Ooh, I got a kind of woman, yes I have She looked a raver But I could never her On mornings boy you can't go far I get her But got better, she said Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my I want you, I you, I gotta be near you I my money as I took my turn I want you, I need you, I gotta be you Ooh, I got a strange of woman Ooh, my soul, I you I want you, I need you, I be near you I spent my money as I took my I want you, I you, I gotta be near you Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I She finally she loved me I wed her in a No more callers and I glow pride I'm I feel like I won my just before she died I want you, I need you, I gotta be you I spent my money as I took my I you, I need you, ha ha ha Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, She was so fat She was the worst thing you've seen Ooh, my soul, I you, baby - Hey, thank you, you. Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy. You're lazy, in bed lazy, yeah, stay in bed Don't want no money, want no bread, oh, shut up If you're drowning you don't clutch no If you're drowning you don't no straw You don't to live, don't want to cry no more, no My trying ain't done no I said, my trying ain't done no You make no effort, no not like you should Lazy, in bed Lazy, no money, you don't want no bread, oh - Yeah. - Come on, everybody, your hands. Well, we had a lot of luck on We always had a ball on We're meeting all the people rocked the Milky Way so far We're dancing 'round the We're space round the the stars on, come on, come on Let's go truckin' on, come on, come on Remember when we did the And Trekker led the way We to the Canaveral moonstomp Every naut dance and sway We got in our solar system We're space truckin' day on, come on, come on Let's go space on, come on, come on The that rode was moving But now we've got a new Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak Man those can really swing They got music in the solar Rock the Milky Way Dancing the Borealis They're Space truckin' day Come on, on, come on Let's go space Come on, come on, on Come on, on, come on Let's go truckin' on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, truckin' Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, - Thank you, night. Black is not right, I don't so bright, I don't to sit tight. Maybe I'll on the way down the line that I'm free, to be me. Black night is a way from home. I need a dark tree, I don't a rough sea, I feel, I can't see. Maybe I'll on the way down the line that I'm free, to be me. night is a long way from home. Black night, night, I don't need night, I can't see night. Maybe I'll on the way down the line I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a way from home. Good Golly, said little Molly When she was in the house of blue light Frutti was oh so rooty When she was to the east and west Lucille was oh so she didn't do her daddies will Come on baby, drive me it, do it
I'm a speed you go to hear me sing I'm a speed see me fly
night and I just got paid Gonna about ain't gonna save Some people rock some people gonna roll Gonna have a to save my soul Hard headed and a soft hearted man They causing trouble since it all began a little rice take a little beans Gonna rock and down to New Orleans
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