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A song Highway Star, this one.
gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the
Nobody gonna my car

It's gonna the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing
It's got
Like a driving

Big fat and everything
I it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it me on
Alright, hold

I'm a highway star,
Nobody gonna my girl
I'm gonna her to the end
gonna take my girl

She stays close on bend
Ooh, a killing machine
She got
Like a mouth

Body control and
I love it, I need it,
Yeah, she me on
Alright, hold

I'm a highway
Nobody take my head
Now that I'm on the road
gonna take my head

I gonna my..., yeah, yeah
Ooh, I'm in again
I got
an open road

All my friends and
I love it and I need it, I it
Yeah, it me on
Alright, hold

I'm a highway
Oh, my
gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the

gonna take my car
It's break the speed of sound
Ooh, a killing machine
It's got

Oh, a mouth
Big fat and everything
I love it and I need it, I it
Yeah, it me on

Alright, hold
I'm a star
I'm a star
I'm a star

Oh, yes I am, you
Thank you. a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a about...
Sweet child in time, see the line

The line that's drawn between the and the bad
See the blind man, he's at the world
The bullets flying, they're toll
If you've bad, Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit by lead
You've not been hit by flying
You'd better close your
You'd bow your head

for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm for you day and night
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

A-a-ah,
I to hear you say
A-a-ah,
Sweet child in time, you'll see the

The that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us
See the man, shooting at the world
The bullets flying, killing everyone
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you

And you've not been hit by lead
You've not hit by flying lead
You'd better close your
You'd better bow your

Wait for the
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I want to be of you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

A-a-ah,
I gotta hear you
A-a-ah,
- only about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller

than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... [indistinguishable] ...there's 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 Lake shoreline

To make records with a
We have much time, no
Frank and the Mothers
at the best place around

But stupid with a flare gun
Burned the to the ground, now
on the water, a fire in the sky

Smoke on the
But down
You
They down the gambling house

It with an awful sound
Funky Claude was in and out
He was pulling kids out of
When it all was

We had to find place
Swiss time was on
It seemed we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a in the sky

It was
Smoke on the
to the ground, it was
You

We ended up at the Grand
It was empty, and bare
But the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music

A few red lights, a few old
We a place to sweat
No what we get out of this
I know, I we'll never forget

on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the

It was down
was crying
- you.
Yeah, up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah?
-(...everything louder everything else.)
- Yeah, can we have louder than everything else? Right.
No one sees the you do
Because I stand in of you
But you me all the time
You put in my mind
I used to sing and say my
my life without a care
Now I become a fool
I listen to the mule
How can I change when my
Is a friend of a hid in the ground
Just slave for the mule
(...???..., yeah)
- Ian on drums, yes.

There once was a
A kind of woman
The kind gets written down in history
Her name was
Her was nothing fancy
She a trail of happiness and misery
I her
loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good
I to take her
I even to break her
She said, I ain't for won't you ever learn
I want you, I you, I gotta be near you
I spent my as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I be near you
Ooh, I got a kind of woman, yes I have
She looked a raver
But I could please her
On Wednesday mornings boy you go far
I get her
But got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my
I want you, I need you, I be near you
I my money as I took my turn
I want you, I you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a kind of woman
Ooh, my soul, I you
I you, I need you, I gotta 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 of woman, yes I have
She finally she loved me
I wed her in a
No more callers and I with pride
I'm
I like screaming
I won my woman just before she
I want you, I need you, I gotta be you
I spent my as I took my turn
I want you, I you, ha ha ha
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman,
She was so fat
She was the worst thing you've ever
Ooh, my soul, I you, baby
- Hey, you, thank you.
Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and it's a song, a thing Lazy, this one, Lazy.
lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, in bed
want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up
If you're drowning you don't clutch no
If you're you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live, don't to cry no more, no
My ain't done no good
I said, my trying done no good
You make no effort, no not like you should
Lazy, in bed
Lazy,
Want no money, you want no bread, oh
- Yeah.
- Come on, everybody, your hands.
Well, we had a lot of luck on
We had a ball on Mars
meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Way so far
We're 'round the Borealis
We're space truckin' the the stars
Come on, on, come on
go Space truckin'
Come on, on, come on
when we did the moonshot
And Pony led the way
We moved to the Canaveral
Every naut would and sway
We got in our solar system
We're space every day
on, come on, come on
Let's go space
Come on, come on, on
The fireball rode was moving
But now we've got a new
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak
Man cats can really swing
They got in the solar system
Rock around the Way
Dancing 'round the
They're truckin' every day
on, come on, come on
Let's go space
on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, on
Let's go truckin'
Come on, on, come on
Yeah, yeah,
Space
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
- you, good night.
Black is not right,
I feel so bright,
I don't to sit tight.
I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, to be me.
night is a long way from home.
I don't need a 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.
Black is a long way from home.
night, black night,
I don't need night,
I see dark night.
I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, to be me.
Black night is a way from home.
Good Golly, said little Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of light
Tutti 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 king you go to me sing
I'm a king see me fly

Saturday night and I got paid
Gonna about ain't gonna save
Some people gonna rock some people roll
have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman and a hearted man
They been trouble since it all began
a little rice take a little beans
Gonna and roll down to New Orleans

first two stanzas in inverse order]