1. HIGHWAY STAR

Nobody gonna beat 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 tyres and everything

I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything

I love it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Nobody gonna take my head
I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah
Ooh, I'm in heaven again
I got everything
Like an open road
All my friends and everything

I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star

Oh, my soul

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna take my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Oh, a moving mouth
Big fat tyres and everything

I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers


2. NOBODY'S HOME

Nothing I can do about it
Maybe I won't even try
Your will is determined to kill any
Reason of mine

I see you coming
With that look in your eye
You act like a king but you ain't got a thing
In your mind

And now there's nobody home
My belly is aching
Your image is blown
Your lights are burning bright
But Nobody's Home

You talk about love and affection
If only you could
You're full of pride but there's nothing inside
And you think you're so good

You know you got it coming to ya
All things return
You need me
It's not gonna be my concern

And now there's nobody home
Your message is changing
The children have grown
Your lights are burning bright
But nobody's home

I hear you crying
What can I say
You get what you give so
Forgive me as I turn away

Nobody's home
A legend is dying
The seeds have been sown
Your lights are burning bright
But Nobody's Home


3. STRANGE KIND OF WOMAN

There once was a woman, a strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy, her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery

I loved her, everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave a good return
I tried to take her, I even tried to break her
She said I ain't for taking, won't you ever learn

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Oh I got a strange kind of woman

She looked like a raver but I could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you can't go far
I couldn't get her but things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on baby you're my star

She finally said she loved me, I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glowed with pride
I'm dreaming, I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Oh I got a strange kind of woman


4. GYPSY'S KISS

John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery my son
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part of history my son

Murder and rape with your power
The 10th revolution in far away days
It's come to this
A gypsy's kiss
All your power's gonna fade in the haze

Ya who' Jumme gae bile ya heed
The Senorita said
I'll drag yer lungs out through yer nose
Space truckers free and high
Teamsters get ya by and by
That should keep you on your toes

They got a gun at your head
But you ain't necessarily playing their game
They can't resist
A Gypsy's Kiss
All that's needed to drive them insane

John Wayne The Alamo
Crazy Horse Geronimo
I'll smoke a piece with you
Mind Body Heart and Soul
We got Rock and Roll
And there's nothing they can do

Hear the small voice of truth
Above the shouting despair of the crowd
What do you wish
A Gypsy's Kiss
Gets you strong for crying out loud

5. PERFECT STRANGERS

Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent
Well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers


6. LAZY

You're lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed
Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up

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, don't want to cry no more, no

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, stay in bed
Lazy, lazy
Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh

Yeah.


7. KNOCKIN' AT YOUR BACK DOOR

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the Rocket
And she never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
Had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young