Rock And Roll Queen Mott The Hoople

Listen woman you needn't look so stupid when I call your name out loud Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet smelling girl with intelligence and you know how I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the

Ballad Of Mott Mott The Hoople

, for we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell, you know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way and now I see we have to pay The rock n'

The Golden Age Of Rock N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Ladies and gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window.

The Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Fighting for a place in the front row.

Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good

All The Way To Memphis Mott The Hoople

dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis Well, I got to Oreoles y'know, it took a month And there was my guitar,

Rose Mott The Hoople

still are young I know you well, I’m like you Hey Rose, you’re finer than you know Why hang around with clothes of another name Hair so dyed she lost too much inside Ain’t nothing left to hide in the

Roll Away The Stone/Sweet Jane Mott The Hoople

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied

Roll Away The Stone Mott The Hoople

Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone.

American Pie/The Golden Age Of Rock 'n' Roll Mott The Hoople

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine

Sweet Angeline Mott The Hoople

Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well

Sweet Jane Mott The Hoople

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a stutz bearcat jim Those were different times And the

One Of The Boys Mott The Hoople

Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys

American Pie Mott The Hoople

the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Now do you believe in rock and roll Can music

All the Young Dudes (Album Version) Mott the Hoople

ripping off stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we\'re juvenile delinquent wrecks Man I need a TV when I\'ve got T.

All the Young Dudes Mott the Hoople

ripping off stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we\'re juvenile delinquent wrecks Man I need a TV when I\'ve got T.

All the Young Dudes (Single Version) Mott The Hoople

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping

Alice Mott The Hoople

And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street, with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet, and when a stranger said she

Jerkin' Crocus Mott The Hoople

Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time

Marionette Mott The Hoople

No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - no Don't pressurize me so Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice Oh take some good advice from me And let the wires rock

Walking With A Mountain Mott The Hoople

No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No Don't pressurize me so Oh take some good advice from me Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice And let the wires rock All dressed

Sucker Mott The Hoople

Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was

Poison Apples Motley Crue

Poison Apples Took a Greyhound Bus down to Heartattack and Vine with a fistful of dreams and dimes. So far out didn't know that I was in. Had a taste for a life of slime.

Ballad Of Mott The Hoople Mott The Hoople

I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed

Ballad Of The Mott Hoople Mott The Hoople

I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed

The Journey Mott The Hoople

All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey

Waterlow Mott The Hoople

I followed the night till the morning sunlight And I thought of the changing times And I followed the child with the evergreen smile And the blue broken tears start to cry Blue broken tears hide away

The Moon Upstairs Mott The Hoople

Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body

The Wheel Of The Quivering Meat Conception Mott The Hoople

This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but i have included it anyway.

At The Crossroads Mott The Hoople

Leaving me girl and moving on down the road You left me many burdens such a heavy load Well the crossroads all my life it has been And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down And I'm

Angel Of Eighth Avenue Mott The Hoople

The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.

Lay Down Mott The Hoople

the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the

Saturday Gigs Mott The Hoople

In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company.

Road To Birmingham Mott The Hoople

His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men.

Black Scorpio (Momma's Little Jewel) Mott The Hoople

True when I hold you near, and I Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I Come in the noonday sun.

Henry & The H-Bomb Mott The Hoople

you just walk away from me, when all I can do is watch you leave Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears You're the only one who really knew me at all So take a look at

You Are One Of Us Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter) Well you know the way we go And you know the way we see Grateful for the chosen road Nice to have the memories And you know we won't forget you And you know we'll always care We won't follow

Growing Man Blues Mott The Hoople

Well it's Sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the North End Road I been around, the curtains were closed And I'm stung by love

Trudi's Song Mott The Hoople

She doesn't have to say - she only has to look I think she sees through me - reads me like a book And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe, And the

Honaloochie Boogie Mott The Hoople

I was a city child with a dead-end smile And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got

When My Mind's Gone Mott The Hoople

When my mind's gone All I do is sit and think And the days go by I don't remember anything And yesterday becomes tomorrow And I can see the day after tomorrow I can even see next year When my mind's gone

When My Mind's Gone (LP Ver.) Mott The Hoople

When my mind's gone All I do is sit and think And the days go by I don't remember anything And yesterday becomes tomorrow And I can see the day after tomorrow I can even see next year When my mind's gone

All The Way From Memphis Mott The Hoople

way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month And there

Through The Looking Glass Mott The Hoople

Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror - what did I do to you?

I'm A Cadillac/El Camino Dolo Roso Mott The Hoople

When I feel so down, like a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be

Whizz Kid Mott The Hoople

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a new york city beat She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of manhattan to her home on the brooklyn heights Her dad's a street

Pearl 'N' Roy (England) Mott The Hoople

It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist there's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse Number One ain't

Your Own Backyard Mott The Hoople

I've been sitting here thinking When i started out drinking I went on to the dope surely just to change my life I cried a tear and a beer for me I lost everything near and dear to me Namely my children

Crash Street Kids Mott The Hoople

See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun.

Crash Street Kidds Mott The Hoople

See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun.