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Young Lust

length: 4:21
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Tom Keenlyside, Ian Putz, Henry Christian and Bruce Fairbairn
writer: Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Jim Vallance

Young lust, happy just to be in lust
Never have to eat no dust
Everybody's talkin' 'bout
Young lust, you're dying and you're screamin' inside
Oh, you're guilty way before you've been tried
And it's crazy but you're diggin' it
Ooohh
Young lust, you feel it in the summertime blues
Oh, it's easy when there's nothing to lose
An' baby, you be missin' out
Young lust, sometimes you need it so bad
It's enough to drive a young girl mad
And so what you gonna do about it
Yeah, yeah, a little bit of nasty
Ya look a little sleazy
But don't get any on you
Young lust, better keep your daughter inside
Or she's gonna get a dose of my pride
Ya, everybody's talks about it
Young lust, once you had it you can never go back
Don't ya ever let 'em give you no slack
When you're streaking down the alley way
Yeah, yeah, checkin' out the ladies
Who love to get in trouble
I got to say, I'll se you later
Meet me in the elevator
Always gettin' stronger
Never gettin' weaker
My love is gettin' longer
I'll keep it in my sneaker
Never keep a secret
Never feelin' guilty
Oh, never gettin' lonely
Never gettin' no peace
Hidin' from the police
Sneakin' out the back way
Sneakin' down the alley way
Gotta do it my way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it in the sunshine
Hangin' from the clothes line
Find another tree to climb
Young lust, there's no time for lovin'
Young lust, uh, don't need on in the oven
Young lust, I'm a pushin' and a shovin' it
Yeah
Young lust, c'mon now I just can't wait
Are ya fishin' or you gonna cut bait
Everybody's doin' it
Yeah
Young lust, honey now ain't it a *****
Sometimes you gotta scratch that itch
So watcha gonna do about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.....

F.I.N.E.

length: 4:10
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Tom Keenlyside, Ian Putz, Henry Christian and Bruce Fairbairn
composer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Desmond Child
lyricist: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Desmond Child
Hot wax drippin'
Honey what do you say
I got a brand new record
That I gotta play
She says not now boy
But I did anyway
'Cause I'm ready, so ready
Lip smackin' paddy wackin'
Walkin' the street
I got a rag top chevy
Now I'm back on my feet
I get an EMHO woody
When I sit in the seat
'Cause I'm ready, so ready, yeah

I got a girlfriend with the hoochy-coochy eyes
'Cause in the pink she look so fine
She got the cracker jack now all I wants the prize, honey heh heh heh

I know these hookers down on 42nd street, but
Ill-gotten booty's not my style
I'll take a rain check 'til I get back on my feet, honey heh heh yeah

'Cause I'm
Alright
Your daddy says I'm
Alright
Your momma says I'm
Alright
And my old lady says I'm
Alright

Whip crackin' floozy
Way outta control
She got a new kinda jelly
In her jelly roll
I got the right key baby
But the wrong keyhole
And I'm ready, so ready
I'm a red hot pistol
And I'm ready to fight
I'm a thirty eight special
On a Saturday night
I'm gonna kiss your boo-boo honey
Make it alright
'Cause I'm ready, so ready ooh
I got a cruiser with a bimbo on the dash
It kinda keeps my *** in line
One little french kiss honey that's my kinda trash, yeah

My brand new baby's lookin f-I-n-e FINE
The sun is shinin' every day
Ain't got no rubbers now it's rainin all the time, honey

But I'm
Alright
My little sister says I'm
Alright
Ohh my brother thinks I'm
Alright
And my old lady knows I'm
Alright

I feel like I'm hung up on the line
I'd die for you but we were partners in the crime
Everything about you is so f-I-n-e- FINE
Let's put our clothes back on
And by the way girl
What's your name again? uh huh

But I'm
Alright
You're daddy says I'm
Alright
And the Tipper thinks I'm
Alright
And Joe Perry says I'm
Alright
Pitched my tent
In the pouring rain
I got a back seat lover
That's callin' my name
She gonna blow my cover
She's hot as a flame
But I'm ready, so ready, ow
I shove my tongue
Right between your cheeks
I haven't made love now
For twenty-five weeks
I hear that your so tight
Your lovin' squeaks
And I'm ready, so ready
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Going Down / Love in an Elevator

length: 5:37
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional background vocals: Tom Hamilton, Joe Perry, Bob Dowd and Bruce Fairbairn
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Henry Christian, Ian Putz, Tom Keenlyside and Bruce Fairbairn
additional spoken vocals: Catherine Epps
additional other instruments: Randy Raine-Reusch, Joe Perry, Bruce Fairbairn and Steven Tyler
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Tom Hamilton, Joey Kramer, Joe Perry, Brad Whitford, Steven Tyler
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
Workin' for the company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look
They tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
Jackie's in the elevator
Lingerie second floor
She said 'can I see you later
And love you just a little more'
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said 'I'll show you how to fax
In the mail room, honey
And have you home by five'
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
In the air, in the air, honey one more time
Now it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Goin' down
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
Gonna be a penthouse pauper
Gonna be a millionaire
I'm gonna be a real fast talker
And have me a love affair
Gotta get my timin' right
It's a test that I gotta pass
I'll chase you all the way to stairway, honey
Kiss your sassafras
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
Do you care, do you care
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground

Monkey on My Back

length: 3:58
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Henry Christian, Tom Keenlyside, Ian Putz and Bruce Fairbairn
lyricist: Joe Perry
composer: Steven Tyler
The fortune teller looked into my eyeballs
The wrinkles on her face about to crack
She said 'you best believe it,
You ain't goin' nowhere, unless you get that
Monkey off your back'
I made believe the devil made me do it
I was the evil leader of the pack
You best believe I had it all and then I blew it
Feedin' that ****in' monkey on my back
If you put it a spoon man I would boot it
Some king whose mental house was just a shack
Where do you draw the line when all your friends are dyin'
You got to get that monkey off your back
Uh, uh, uh....
Your crystal ball is where you chase the dragon
She said, 'now' I bring me home his head inside a sack
But now you find your crystal balls are draggin'
Got to get that monkey off your back

Water Song / Janie’s Got a Gun

length: 5:41
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Ian Putz, Tom Keenlyside, Bruce Fairbairn and Henry Christian
additional other instruments: Bruce Fairbairn, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler and Randy Raine-Reusch
composer: Tom Hamilton, Steven Tyler
lyricist: Steven Tyler
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah...
Nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah...

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun

What did her daddy do
What did he put you through
They say when Janie was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin'
Now that Janie's got a gun
She ain't never gonna be the same

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run

Tell me now it's untrue
What did her daddy do
He jacked the little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under
The lightnin' and the thunder
Knew that someone had to stop the pain

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run

What did her daddy do
It's Janie's last I.O.U.
She had to take him down easy
And put a bullet in his brain
She said 'cause nobody believes me
The man was such a sleaze
He ain't never gonna be the same

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Everybody is on the run
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun

Now everybody is on the run (Honey, honey what's your problem)
'Cause Janie's got a gun (Tell me it ain't right)
Janie's got a gun (Was it daddy's cradle robbin')
Her dog day's just begun (That made you scream at night)
Now everybody's on the run
Janie's got a gun

Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun

Dulcimer Stomp / The Other Side

length: 4:59
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Tom Keenlyside, Henry Christian, Ian Putz and Bruce Fairbairn
additional other instruments: Bruce Fairbairn, Randy Raine-Reusch, Joe Perry and Steven Tyler
composer: Jim Vallance, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland
lyricist: Steven Tyler
writer: Eddie Holland
Aerosmith

Dulcimer Stomp/The Other Side
come on
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
oh take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
my mama told me there'd be days like this
and man she wasn't foolin'
'cause I just can't believe the way you kiss
uh huh
you opened up your mouth with baited breath
you said you'd never leave me
you love me, you hate me, I tried to take the loss
you're cryin' me a river but I got to get across
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
oh take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
I'm lookin' for another kind of love
oh lordy how I need it
the kind that likes to leap without a shove
oh honey, best believe it
to save a lot of time and foolish pride
I'll say what's on my mind, girl
you loved me, you hate me, you cut me down to size
you blinded me with love and yeah it opened up my eyes
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
my conscience got to be my guide
(take me to the other side)
oh honey take me, take take take take take ow

take me to the other side
I'm lookin' for another kind of love
oh lordy how I need it
the kind that likes to leap without a shove
honey, you best believe it
now I ain't one for sayin' long goodbyes
I hope all is forgiven
you loved me, you hate me, I used to be your lover
you know you had it comin' girl so take me to the other side
take me to the other side
take me to the other side
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
my conscience got to be my guide
(take me to the other side)
oh honey take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
honey take me take me take me take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
(take me to the other side)...

My Girl

length: 3:11
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Ian Putz, Tom Keenlyside, Henry Christian and Bruce Fairbairn
lyricist: Joe Perry
composer: Steven Tyler
My girl, she breathes hellfire
And my girl, she feeds my desire
My girl Sadie, she's the wind in my sails
A puss'n boots lady with a cat o' nine tails
Comin' after you honey, feet don't fail me now

My girl, she's bare back rider
And my girl, she's Lady Godiva
She's a full time love no mon ami
Sweeter than honey from a honeybee
And it all rubs off on little old me, oh
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love

My girl, she smokes barbed wire
And my girl, can't get no higher
I made it with the lady and a one track mind
Diamonds in the rough, they're so hard find
Day after day, the same old grind
And grind and grind and grind
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl

My girl, she's bare back rider
And my girl, she's Lady Godiva
She's a full time love no mon ami
Sweeter than honey from a honeybee
And it all rubs off on little old me, oh
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love
Slippin' in and out of love
Oh, my girl!

Don’t Get Mad, Get Even

length: 4:51
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Henry Christian, Tom Keenlyside, Ian Putz and Bruce Fairbairn
lyricist: Joe Perry
composer: Steven Tyler
Mmm.....
I'll tell ya little secret
Make you wanna jump and shout
When you talk to me in circles
Take your foot out of your mouth
It's hard enough to make it
When you're livin' on the street
And you want to tell somebody
But you got to be discreet
Then you catch your girlfriend
With her skirt hiked up to here
Honey, don't get mad, get even
Don't get mad get even
Don't get mad get even, yeah
Don't get mad get even
Say the times they be a-changing
Though the blind lead the blind
And you know your head is empty
Though there's something on your mind
Shackin' up with Lucy and when the morning comes
You're with sally in the ally
And the junkies and the bums
You wonder why your girlfriend
Has her skirt hiked up to here
Honey, don't get mad, get even
Don't get mad get even
Don't get mad get even, yeah
Don't get mad get even
(till I can see the white o'
Your eyes, baby...just wait till i...
I'm gonna **** up, mm hmm, I'm gonna kick ***
You just wait to see what I've got in store...)
Roll the dice get lucky
'Cause they roll ya for a dime
You got nothing else to lose
If ya only loose your mind
When pleasure that is shallow
Causes trouble to be deep
You've been dusted with the devil
While he sweeps you off your feet
Huh,
Tell you little secret
Make you want to jump and shout
When you talk to me in circles
Take your foot out of your mouth
It's hard enough to make it
When you're livin' on the street
And you hate to be a wise guy
When your feet are in concrete
Sleeping with the dogs
And you wake up with the fleas
Honey, don't get mad, get even
Don't get mad get even
Don't get mad get even, yeah
Don't get mad get even
Uh, uh, uh...

Hoodoo / Voodoo Medicine Man

length: 4:41
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Bruce Fairbairn, Ian Putz, Tom Keenlyside and Henry Christian
additional other instruments: Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Randy Raine-Reusch and Bruce Fairbairn
lyricist: Brad Whitford
composer: Steven Tyler
Silence, I'm ashamed, I was left as a child
Dragged from the cradle, I was weaned in the wild
Ran with the wolf pack, flesh torn to shreds
In the compensations, I was left there for dead
Read it in the paper it ain't fair
You know who today don't seem to care
Livin', lovin', gettin' loose
Masturbatin' with a noose
Now someone's kickin' out the chair
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of voodoo
Be the medicine man
Everybody's lookin' at the sky
Don't believe the cover-ups and lies
They been tellin' us since birth
Pissin' off old Mother Earth
My gones are bygones prophesied
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of hoodoo
Be the medicine man
Get ready
Wonder should I go or should I stay
'Cause what we got ain't workin' anyway
I did my best, God knows I tried
I feel like I been crucified
Why did you, why did you, why did you take it all away
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man
Voodoo, hoodoo, medicine man

What It Takes

length: 6:30
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
mixer: Mike Fraser
engineer: Mike Fraser
additional engineer: Ken Lomas
harmonica: Steven Tyler
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler
electric guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: John Webster
additional horn: The Margarita Horns, Tom Keenlyside, Ian Putz, Henry Christian and Bruce Fairbairn
composer: Desmond Child, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
lyricist: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Desmond Child
There goes my old girlfriend, there's another diamond ring.
And, uh, all those late night promises, I guess they don't mean a thing.
So baby, what's the story?
Did you find another man?
Is it easy to sleep in the bed that we made?
When you don't look back I guess the feelings start to fade away.
I used to feel your fire but now it's cold inside.
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah.

Tell me what it takes to let you go.
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go.
Tell me how it is that you can sleep
In the night
Without thinking you lost ev'rything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice?
Tell me what it takes to let you go. Yeah.

Girl, before I met you I was F.I.N.E. Fine.
But your love made me a prisoner, yeah my heart's been doing time.
You spent me up like money then you hung me out to dry.
It was easy to keep all your lies in disguise.
'Cause you had me in deep with the devil in your eyes.

Tell me what it takes to let you go.
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go.
Tell me how it is that you can sleep
In the night
Without thinking you lost ev'rything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice?
Tell me what it takes to let you go.
Guitar!

Tell me that you're happy, that you're on your own.
Yeah yeah, yeah
Tell me that it's better when you're all alone.
Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch.
Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much.
Tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me.

Tell me what it takes to let you go.
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go.
Uh, tell me how it is that you can sleep
In the night
Without thinkin' you lost ev'rything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice?
Tell me who's to blame for thinkin' twice.
No no no no.
'Cause I don't wanna burn in paradise.
Let go. Let go. Let go. I don't wanna burn in paradise.
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
I don't wanna burn, I don't wanna burn
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,