18 Til I Die Album

Artist(s): Bryan Adams

Cover Art

Bryan Adams 18 Til I Die Cover Art

Tracklist

The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me Is You

length: 3:39
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
12 string guitar: Bryan Adams
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
guitar: Keith Scott, Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
percussion: Olle Romo
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange

Try it on baby

Well, I don't look good in no Armani suits
No Gucci shoes, or designer boots
I've tried the latest lines from A to Z
But there's just one thing that looks good on me

[Chorus:]
The only thing I want, the only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me, is you

I'm not satisfied with Versace's style
Put those patent leather pants, in the circular file
Sometimes I think I might be lookin' good
But there's only one thing that fits like it should

[Chorus]

Ya it's you, it could only be you
Nobody else will ever do
Ya baby it's you, that I stick to
Yea we stick like glue

[Chorus: x3]

Ah you
Yeah you
Yeah yeah you
The only thing that looks good on me, is you
The only thing I want, the only thing I need

Do to You

length: 4:11
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor and Keith Scott
guitar: Keith Scott and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
percussion: Olle Romo
12 string guitar: Keith Scott
piano: Olle Romo
harmonica: Bryan Adams
writer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Bryan Adams
If ya love somebody, if ya need someone
If ya want somebody, ya, let me be the one
(I wanna) do to you what you do to me
Do to you what you do to me
Let me treat ya right, ya, show I care
'Cause every night, I'll take ya there
Do to you what you do to me [Repeat: x1]
Don't want just anything, I just want something real
Let down your defenses baby, show me what you feel
Do to you what you do to me [Repeat: x1]
Should I stay, should I go
There ain't no question, I already know
(I wanna) do to you what you do to me
(Help me) do to you what you do to me
Don't want just anything, I just want something real
Let down your defenses baby, show me what you feel

Let’s Make a Night to Remember

length: 6:19
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
electric sitar: Keith Scott
guitar: Bryan Adams, Matt Lange and Keith Scott
keyboard: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
percussion: Olle Romo
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
recording engineer: Olle Romo
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
I love the way you look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders
I love the way you dance your slow sweet tango
The way you want to do everything but talk
And how you stare at me with those undress-me eyes
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside

Let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
'Cause I've never touched somebody
Like the way I touch your body
Now I never wanna let your body go

[Chorus:]
Let's make a night, to remember
From January, to December
Let's make love, to excite us
A memory, to ignite us
Let's make honey baby, soft and tender
Let's make sugar darlin', sweet surrender
Let's make a night, to remember, all life long

I love the way you move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin' down your skin
Me lying here, and you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere

Let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
'Cause I've never touched somebody
Like the way I touch your body
Now I never wanna let your body go

[Chorus]

Oh, and I think about ya all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind
Well, I'm never holdin' back again
Yeah, I never want this night to end
'Cause I've never touched somebody
Like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go

[Chorus]

Yeah
Ohh, let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way, every day
Let's make honey
Let's make sugar
Let's make a night to remember
Let's make love, slow and tender
Let's make a night to remember

18 Til I Die

length: 3:30
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Keith Scott, Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
percussion: Olle Romo
solo guitar: Bryan Adams
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Want to be young the rest of my life,
Never say no, try anything twice.
When the angels come and ask me to fly,
Gonna be 18 til I die.

18 til I die, can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin',
Whoever said that must of been drinkin'.
Don't want to grow up, I don't see why,
I couldn't care less if time flies by.

18 til I die,
Gonna be 18 til I die.
Ya, it sure feels good to be alive,
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55!
18 til I die, alright.

Anyway, I just want to say
Why bother with what happened yesterday,
It's not my style, I live for the minute,
If ya want to stay young, get both feet in it.

18 til I die, a little bit of this, a little bit of that,
Little bit of everything, gotta get on track.
It's not how you look, it's what ya feel inside,
I don't care when, I don't need to know why.

18 til I die,
Gonna be 18 til I die.
Ya, it sure feels good to be alive,
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55!
18 til I die, ya, there's one thing for sure, I'm sure gonna try,
Yeah, alright.
Yeah, don't worry 'bout the future,
Forget about the past,
Gonna have a ball, ya, we're gonna have a blast,
Gonna make it at last.

Yeah, 18 til I die,
Gonna be 18 til I die.
Ya, it sure feels good to be alive,
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55!

18 til I die,
Gonna be 18 til I die.
Alright.
I'm gonna be 18 Til I die, alright.
Oh ya, oh ya, 18 til I die.

Star

length: 3:43
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
guitar: Bryan Adams, Keith Scott and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
keyboard: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
percussion: Olle Romo
piano: Michael Kamen
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
writer: Bryan Adams, Michael Kamen, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
What cha want to be when you grow up
What cha gonna do when your time is up
What cha gonna say when things go wrong
What cha want to do when you're on your own

There's a road long and winding
The lights are blindin' but it gets there
Don't give up don't look back
There's a silver linin' it's out there somewhere
Everybody wants an answer everybody needs a friend
We all need a shinin' star on which we can depend
N' so tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before (to find what you're looking for)
There'll be times in your life
Ya when you' be dancin' n' **** but you ain't gettin it
But don't get disillusioned no, don't expect too much
'cause if what you have is all you can get just keep on
Tryin' it just ain't happened yet
Everybody wants ta be winner everybody has a dream
We all need a shinin' star when things ain't what they seem
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before (gotta get where you're headed for)

Everybody wants some kindness everybody needs a break
We all need a shinin' star when things get hard to take
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before

(I Wanna Be) Your Underwear

length: 3:18
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Keith Scott
percussion: Olle Romo
keyboard: Olle Romo
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
I want to be your t-shirt when it's wet, want to be the
Shower when you sweat
I gotta to be the tattoo on your skin, ya lemme be your
Bed baby, when you climb in
I want to be the sheets when you sleep, lemme be the
Secrets that you keep
I gotta be the spoon, ta stir your cream
I want to to be the one that really makes you scream
I want to be, your lipstick when ya lick it
I want to be, your high heels when ya kick it
I want to be, your sweet love babe, ya when you make it
From your feet up to your hair, more than anything I swear

I want to be, your underwear

I want to be the itch that you scratch, want to be your
Chair when you relax
I got to be your razor when you shave
Want to be the habit that really makes you crave
I want to be, your hot tub, when you're dippin'
I want to be, your bathrobe, when you're drippin'
I want to be, your cocktail baby, when you're sippin'
I just want to be right there, more than anything I swear

I want to be, your underwear

Want to be your sleepin' bag, baby slip inside
Let me be your motorcycle n' take ya for a ride,
Alright
I want to be, your hot sauce, ya when you're cookin'
I want to be, your sunglasses, hey good lookin'
I want to be, want to be the one, ya stick your hook in'
I just want to be right there, more than anything I swear

Oh ya I want to be, your underwear

We’re Gonna Win

length: 2:28
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Robert John “Mutt” Lange
guitar: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
writer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Bryan Adams
We're gonna win
Don't want to be a loser - gonna win
'Cause winnin' really is the only thing
Get out of the way we're comin' in
If ya want to fight just step inside the ring
Does anybody want to take a swing?
It's gotta be all or nothing
Oh we're gonna be the champions
Ya we're goin' all the way - we're gonna win win

We're gonna win
Forget about a draw - we're gonna score
And then we're gonna get a few more
Maybe another one just to be sure
We'll make ya look just like an amateur
Until the final whistle it's a war
And then we're gonna pick ya off the floor
We want to hear the crowd really roar
Ya we're comin' in we're gonna win win

We're gonna win, we want to win
'cause number one is everything
We're gonna win, we want to win
We're gonna be the champions
We're gonna win

I Think About You

length: 3:37
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Keith Scott
percussion: Olle Romo
vocal: Bryan Adams
keyboard: Olle Romo
acoustic guitar: Bryan Adams
electric guitar: Bryan Adams
writer: Bryan Adams, Gretchen Peters
I oughta be workin' but I can't concentrate
I oughta be sleepin' 'steada stayin' up late
When I oughta be doing all the things I should do
I think about you
I oughta be writin' but I can't find the song
Just sittin' here driftin' driftin' along
There's only one thing that I want to do
And that's think about you

I think about you I can't get no rest
I think about you there ain't no one else
It's all I can do I can't help myself
Ya I think about you

I could go cruisin' but I've had enough
I could go drinkin' but I can't stand the stuff
It just don't do me like it used ta do
I'd rather think about you

I think about you I can't get no rest
I think about you there ain't no one else
It's all I can do I can't help myself
Ya I think about you

I’ll Always Be Right There

length: 3:17
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
strings arranger: Michael Kamen
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
guitar: Phil Palmer
vocal: Bryan Adams
instrument: Matgorzata Calvayral, Yannick Marcoul, Anne Saez, Elsa Benabdallah, Jean Marie Chavannes, Alice Pellegrin, Rachel Nativelle, Jérome Mege, Ezther Biro, Berhilde Dufour and Laurence Rierat
writer: Bryan Adams, Eliot Kennedy
I swear to you, I will always be there for you
There's nothin' I won't do
I promise you, all my life I will live for you, we
Will make it through
Forever, we will be
Together, you and me
Oh n' when I hold ya, nothin' can compare
With all of my heart, ya know I'll always be, right
There
I believe in us, nothin' else could ever mean so much
You're the one I trust our time has come - we're not two
People
Now, we are one, ya you're second to none
Forever, we will be
Together, a family
The more I get to know ya, nothin' can compare
With all of my heart, ya know I'll always be, right
There

Forever, we will be
Together, just you and me
The more I get to know ya, the more I really care
With all of my heart, ya know I'll always be
Ya know I really love ya, ya nothin' can compare
For all of my life, ya know I'll always be, right
There

It Ain’t a Party…If You Can’t Come ’round

length: 3:47
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
percussion: Olle Romo
keyboard: Olle Romo
slide guitar: Keith Scott
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Hey it ain't a party - if you can't come round
(Yeah!)

You can drive the car
I'll play my old guitar
Come back to me
Come back to me
We can get some beer
Yea lets get outta here
Come back to me
Come back to me

We'll find a place to go
No one will ever know
Somewhere thats outta town
Put a blanket on the ground
Baby... and we can really get crazy

Babe it ain't a party
If you can't come round
Can't even get started
If you don't come down
Hey... even saturday ain't a holiday if you stay away (Nooo no)
It ain't a party - if you can't come round (Thats right)

Slip into something tight
We'll slip into the night
Come back to me
Come back to me
We'll see the sun go down
And maybe fool around
Come back to me
Come back to me
Yea we can start a fire
Where'e we'll get a little higher
Don't worry what to bring
Cuz we've got everything baby
And we can really get crazy

Babe it ain't a party
If you can't come round
Can't even get started
If you don't come down
Hey... even saturday ain't a holiday if you stay away
Noooo.. no.. it ain't a party

Guitar Solo
(I'm talkin party)

Ooh... hey
Even saturday ain't a holiday if you stay away
Nooooo
It ain't a party (Ooh)
If you can't come around (no way!)
Can't even get started (can't get started)
If you can't come down (oh yeah)
Cuz even saturday ain't a holiday (ooh yeah)
It ain't a party (oh)
If you can't come round

Black Pearl

producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Keith Scott
percussion: Olle Romo
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Deep down in Mississippi
I found my sweet delta blues
She weaved a little southern spell on me
Made a little voodoo

She was born the bright side of midnight
When her mama was seventeen
She was a hot blooded, god fearin', gospel girl
The finest that I ever seen

[Chorus:]
She's black coffee, little bit 'o cream
Sweet brown sugar, my midnight dream
Black pearl, my kinda girl
Just the kind of thing to rock my world
Black pearl, she's my kinda girl

Met her in a dixie diner
Put on the southern hospitality
I can still smell her sweet molasses
Running all over me

We started rollin' like the river
Like a twister tearin' through the town
Tongue tied - satisfied - 'n southern fried
As she drove this ol' dixie down

[Chorus]
She's black coffee, little bit 'o cream
Sweet brown sugar, my midnight dream
Black pearl, my kinda girl
Just the kind of thing to rock my world
Black pearl, she's my kinda girl

Yeah she's alright, yeah she's ok
Makin' love night, she really made my day

You’re Still Beautiful to Me

length: 5:14
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
bass: Dave Taylor
guitar: Robert John “Mutt” Lange
percussion: Olle Romo
keyboard: Olle Romo
vocal: Bryan Adams
acoustic guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
electric guitar: Keith Scott
writer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Bryan Adams
Turn out the lights and close the door
Put your head on the pillow let me keep ya warm
I want to run my hands across your face
Ya lyin' beside ya' still the perfect place
We're still goin' strong
So glad that you came along
Ya babe in every way
You're still beautiful to me
I just have ta say, you're still beautiful to me 'n (it's bin a long time baby)

Lay back baby close your eyes
Let me do everything your heart desires
When I think of the years makin' love to you
There still ain't nothin' I'd rather do

There's somethin' I can't deny
You sure know how ta move this guy
Ya babe in every way, you're still beautiful to me
I just - have ta say, you're still beautiful to me - can't ya see

Still feels good, still runs deep
When you get close babe, I still get weak
'Cause in these arms, is where you belong

We're still goin' strong, so glad that you came along
Hey babe you're still number one
Oh can't ya see, you're still beautiful to me
You'll always be so beautiful to me
Ya babe in every way, you're still beautiful to me

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

length: 4:52
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Olle Romo
programming: Olle Romo
handclaps & acoustic guitar: Bryan Adams
Spanish acoustic guitar: Paco de Lucía
vocal: Bryan Adams
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
brushes: Mickey Curry
bass: Robert John “Mutt” Lange
castanets: Olle Romo
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Michael Kamen
To really love a woman
To understand her, you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
And give her wings, when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless, in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one
Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold you, til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her, really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one
Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman?

You got to give her some faith, hold her tight
A little tenderness, gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
You really gotta love your woman

And when you find yourself lyin' helpless, in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one
Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman?
So tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman?