FUROR


[Here comes the Furor]
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street
Await the coming of the lord
Hangin' round with them low down and dirty
Bringing order from the boss
What's the furor 'bout it all
Leave you pantin', bust your balls
Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty
On the killin' floor

I'm your furor
I'm your furor, baby

[Come on, yeah]

Friend of mine, cross the line to a new state
I can shake the law
Find a mine, gonna build me a new place
No knockin' door to door

I'm your furor
I'm your furor, baby
What's your furor
I'm your furor

[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

Bring on the furor [c'mon]
[Well] I'm your furor
What's your furor [Baby]
Feel the furor
I'm your furor baby
I'm your furor
What's your furor baby
Feel the furor
You're my furor

I'm your furor
I'm your furor

 GET IT HOT
(Young - Young - Scott)

Goin' out on the town
Justa me and you
Gonna have ourselves a party
Just like we used to do
Nobody's playin' Manilow
Nobody's playin' soul
And no one's playin' hard to get
Just a good old rock 'n' roll

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

Movin' down the motorway
Got a whole lotta booze
Got myself a sweet little number
Got nothin' to lose
I'm gonna bend you like a G-string
Conduct you like a choir
So get your body in the right place
We'll set the world on fire

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

GET IT HOT (from Bonfire)


Going out on the town
Just a me and you
Gonna have ourselves a party
Just like we use to do
Nobody's playing Manilow
Nobody's playing soul
And no one's playing hard to get
Just a good old rock 'n' roll

CHORUS:
Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

Moving down the motorway
Got a whole lotta booze
Got myself a sweet little (mother | mamma)
Whose got nothing to lose
Gonna bend you like a G string
Enough to light my fire (conduct you like a choir)
So get your body in the right place
We'll set the world on fire

CHORUS

Ow!

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, oh, get it hot
Oh little girl, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Make me feel good, get it hot
Oh baby, get it hot
Whoooa yeah

GIMME A BULLET
(Young - Young - Scott)

She had the word
Had the way
The way of letting me know
She knew the game
Called the play
Oh she hit me low
Said now you go your way
I'll go mine
And that's a start
Doctor doctor ain't no cure
For the pain in my heart

Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you

Don't need no drink
Don't need no drug
Don't need no sympathy
Sooner or later
Send me a bill
For what she's doing to me
Operator, long distance lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow
Come to grips
With being all alone

Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you

Bullet to bite on
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Hey come on now
Yeah yeah gimme a bullet
Oh yeah bullet to chew
I'll make the lady chew
I'll make the lady chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
You're a bullet baby
I want a bullet to bite on

GIRLS GOT RHYTHM
(Young - Young - Scott)

I been around the world, I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got, what my lady she's got
She stealin' the spotlight, knocks me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just walkin' down the street
Wearin' dresses so tight, and lookin' dynamite
About to blow me out
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

She's like a lethal brand, too much for any man
She gives me first degree, she really satisfies me
Love me till I'm legless, achin' and sore
Enough to stop a freight train
Or start the Third World War
You know I'm losin' sleep, but I'm in too deep
Like a body needs blood
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

You know she moves like sin, and when she lets me in
It's like liquid love
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

She really got the rhythm
She got the backseat rhythm
Rock 'n' roll rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

GIVE IT UP
(Young - Young)

Oh yeah
Well there be no words of fighting around here
'Cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear
Well it could be on a Monday
Or it could be even Sunday
So if you can't stand the distance
You better disappear
Do I make myself clear

I'm ready to rock I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it

Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
Stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up, yeah

Well there's a big storm a howlin' around here
And there be no wine no sinnin' and no beer
I'm gonna aim to fire a rocket
There ain't no damn way to stop it
I got a sure fire bullet
To get you outta here
I said do I make myself clear

I'm ready to rock yeah I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it

Give it up give it out
I said whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

I'm going crazy on a wild man's night
Take your pick of anything you like
Give it up
Give it up

I'm sitting pretty on the ready to bite
She givin' up a bit of cream delight
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up

Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Give it up all around (givin' it up)
Give it up, give it up, give it up (givin' it up)
Whippin' it in, whippin' it out (givin' it up)
Stick it up, stick it up, stick 'em down (givin' it up)
Give it up all around
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Givin' it up, stickin' it up
Givin' it up, givin' it up

Give it up
Do I make myself clear?

GIVEN THE DOG A BONE
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Oooh, yeah
She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down at ninety degrees
She blowing me crazy
'Til my ammunition is dry
Ah she's using her head again
She's using her head
Ah she's using her head again

I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)

She's no Mona Lisa
No she's no playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
Ah she's using her head again (using her head again)
She's using her head (using her head again)
Ah she's using her head again (using her head)

I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)

She's got the power of union, yeah
She only hits when it's hot
And if she likes what you're doing
Yeah she'll give you the lot, give it everything I got

Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm just giving the dog, giving the dog, giving the dog
Ooh I'm just giving the dog a bone

GO DOWN
(Young - Young - Scott)

One two three...
Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long
Done took to drinkin' whiskey
Baby since you been gone
Ain't no one I know do it as good as you
Lickin' on that lickin' stick the way you do
You got the lips to make a strong man weak
And a heathen pray
Tell you ain't just the way you speak

You know it's just the way you go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down

Mary, Mary, you're the one for me
And the way you hum
Sting me like a bumble bee  Bzzzz
I'll be around to see you 'bout, 'bout half past ten
Ain't felt this good
Since I don't know when
You got the touch that I need so much
In your finger tips
I got the honey that you love to taste
On those lovely lips

So go down
Go down, go down, go down, baby, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down

Ooh, baby, rub it on
Y'know it's sticky and sweet
And it's been so long
And no else got a touch like you
I let you do things to me
I let no other woman do
Oh feels good, ah feels good, oh yeah
You do it like you should, ah, aaahhhh

Oh yeah yeah
I loved you so much
Make me so glad I'm a man

Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down.

GO ZONE


Once I need relaxation
Need to get some r 'n' r
(That's rest and recreation)
Don't need no vacation
I don't have to go that far
(I've got better things to do with my money)
Don't need no private eye
Forget the FBI
'Cause when the beaver sings
Look out I'm closing in

Go zone, ready to fly
In the go zone, standing up high
In the go zone, down on the block
In the go zone, ready to rock

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down in the go zone

Got to have my candy
Got to have my sugar sweet
(I wanna give you a treat)
Giving you directions
You don't have to use your feet
(We're on the same street baby)
You've got to travel south
South of my hungry mouth
And there you'll find a friend
Until the bitter end

Go zone, ready to fly
In the go zone, standing up high
In the go zone, down on the block
In the go zone, ready to rock

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down in the go zone

What are you gonna find down there?
There ain't no red light district

Get yourself a ticket to the -

Go zone, ready to fly
In the go zone, standing up high
In the go zone, down on the block
In the go zone, ready to rock

In the go zone, leave me to die
In the go zone, standing up high
In the go zone, down on the block
Go zone, ready to rock
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down in the go zone

GONE SHOOTIN'
(Young - Young - Scott)

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To I dunno
Packed your heart in a travellin' bag
And never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
Of her cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune

Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'

Wrap herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favourite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for

Gone shootin'
She's gone, gone gone gone

Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'
(Gone shooting), how am I gonna get her down
(Gone shooting), look out, look out, look out
(Gone shooting), she can hurt someone
(Gone shooting), yeah she sure is loaded
(Gone shooting), she's gone gone gone gone, she's gone
(Gone shooting)

I used to love her so