Waking Up the Neighbours Album

Artist(s): Bryan Adams

Cover Art

Bryan Adams Waking Up the Neighbours Cover Art

Tracklist

Is Your Mama Gonna Miss Ya?

length: 4:42
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange

I might as well bin blind
Thought I owned this world and all its time
Made up my mind not to love again
Live my life a single man
Lady luck she came my way
Turned my night into day

She went huff and blew my little house down
She went puff ya she spun me around
She played rough ya she took me to town
All I did was fool around
And my whole world came tumblin' down

Is your mama gonna miss ya now you're gone?
Is your mama gonna miss her little rollin' stone?
Is mama gonna cry now she's alone?
Cause mama's little girl ain't goin' home!
Ya-she's goin' with me
I couldn't be found - couldn't be heard
You couldn't trap this free bird
I loved to fly shoulda heard me sing
You came along and flapped your wings
Had my eyes on the road foot on the floor
Tell me "hey who's that knockin' at my door?"

She went huff and blew my little house down
She went puff ya she spun me around
She played rough ya she took me to town

All I did was fool around
And my whole world came crumblin' down

Is your mama gonna miss ya now you're gone?
Is your mama gonna miss her little rollin' stone?
Is mama gonna cry now she's alone?
Cause mama's little girl ain't goin' home!

I said stop and she said go
Looks so good I can't say no
Now we've gone and lost control.

Hey Honey - I’m Packin’ You In!

producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Keith Scott, Vicki Russell

Had enough of your crazy ways
Had enough of your leavin' for days
Don't wanna hear you waggin' your chin
Sick 'n' tired of your noisy din
Don't want another kick on the shin
Hey honey - I'm packin' you in!

Had enough of your faddy diet!
I can't wait for a real good fry up
I'm gettin' bored of microwave cookin'
And you tellin' me how awful I'm lookin'
Don't wanna hear how you gotta be thin
Hey honey - I'm packin' you in!

I don't wanna be the joke of the party
I just wanna be back where I started
I'm gettin' out before the goin' gets grim
So hey honey - I'm packin' you in!
Had enough of you hangin' round bars
And crashin' up my favorite car
Sick 'n' tired of this and that and ya askin' for favours
And usin' up my brand new razors
Don't want another cut on my chin
Hey honey - I'm packin' you in!

I don't wanna be the joke of the party
I just wanna be back where I started
I'm gettin' out before the goin' gets grim
So hey honey - I'm packin' you in!

No point in hangin' round with a restless heart
Don't wanna let you down but I'm blowin' this town
For a brand new start
I want out - you want in
Forget about that weddin' ring!

Had enough of your hand in the til
Sick 'n' tired of your credit card bills
Get on back to your next of kin
Hey honey..


Can’t Stop This Thing We Started

length: 4:29
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious
programming: Phil Nicholas
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
Hammond organ: Robbie King
keyboard: Phil Nicholas
background vocals: The Tuck Back Twins
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
You might stop a hurricane
Might even stop the drivin' rain
You might have a dozen other guys
But if you want to stop me baby - don't even try
I'm goin' one way - your way
It's such a strong way - let's make it our way

Can't stop this thing we started
You gotta know it's right
Can't stop this course we've plotted
This thing called love we got it
No place for the brokenhearted
Can't stop this thing we started - no way
I'm goin' your way!

You might stop the world spinnin' round
Might even walk on holy ground
I ain't Superman and I can't fly
But if you want to stop me baby - don't even try
I'm goin' one way - your way
It's such a strong way - let's make it our way

Can't stop this thing we started
You gotta know it's right
Can't stop this course we've plotted
This thing called love we got it
No place for the brokenhearted
Can't stop this thing we started - no way
I'm goin' your way!

Oh - why take it slow
I gotta know
Nothing can stop this thing that we got

Thought I’d Died and Gone to Heaven

length: 5:49
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious
programming: Phil Nicholas
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
Hammond organ: Tommy Mandel
keyboard: Phil Nicholas
background vocals: The Tuck Back Twins
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Love is forever - as I lie awake
Beside you
I believed - there's no heaven
No hideaway - for the lonely

But I was wrong - crazy
It's gotta be strong
It's gotta be right

Only wanted to stay awhile
Only wanted to play awhile
Then you taught me to fly like a bird

Baby - thought I'd died and gone to heaven
Such a night I never had before
Thought I'd died and gone to heaven
Cause what I got there ain't no cure for

Ooo it's so easy
What you do to me all night angel
I never loved - I swear to God
Never needed no one, 'til you came along

Here I come baby
It's gotta be strong - it's gotta be right
Only wanted to stay awhile
Only wanted to play awhile
Then you taught me to fly like a bird

Baby - thought I'd died and gone to heaven
Such a night I never had before
Thought I'd died and gone to heaven
Cause what I got there ain't no cure for

I feel fast asleep - I feel drunk
I dream the sweetest dreams
Never want to wake up

Never thought it could be this way
No doubt about it - can't live without it
Never thought it could be this good
You made love to me - the way it oughta be

Not Guilty

length: 4:12
producer: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Bryan Adams
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Who are you to say that I'm wrong?
Who are you to say I'm crazy?
Ain't a crime of passion comin' on strong
I'm only trying to treat ya like a lady
And I can't help myself

Do I have to prove my innocence?
Don't need a lawyer with a fat degree
Cause if lovin' you is against the law
Then you better lock me up and throw away the key

Oh gonna take it to the jury
Oh gonna nail it to the wall
Oh gonna fight I'm gonna prove it
Oh so let the hammer fall

I'm not guilty - baby I'm not
I can't stop this feelin' I got
I'm not guilty - cross my heart
Not my fault if I'm fallin' apart
But I'm alright Jack justa watchin' my back
I'm not guilty - I'm not guilty

Won't serve no sentence won't do no time
Won't cha listen to my plea
Ya the verdict is I'm doin' fine
Cause the love police are lookin' out for me

Oh I'm gonna get a witness
Oh I'm gonna write it on the wall
Oh it's a dirty old business
Oh ya let the hammer fall

I'm not guilty - baby I'm not
I can't stop this feelin' I got
I'm not guilty - cross my heart
Not my fault if I'm fallin' apart
But I'm alright Jack justa watchin' my back
I'm not guilty - I'm not guilty

She'll break your heart she'll take your mind
She'll steal your soul
She's everything she's a schoolboy's dream
She's rock 'n' roll
She's a knockout combination
It's a sticky situation

Vanishing

length: 5:04
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
People all over build on solid ground
They build it up and then they tear it down
Take it or leave it who cares how much it costs
They'll never know how much is gone until it's lost
'til it's vanishing

Think I hear thunder ain't no sign of rain
Danger signs flashin' in my brain
Ridin' on empty lights are turnin' red
There ain't no lovin' left in this empty bed
Ya it's vanishing

We're sittin' on treasure call it sacred ground
Why look for more babe when it's right here to be found

Never gonna lose ya - ya know I'm gonna fight
This thing's worth saving girl - ya know we'll make it right

If it takes all night - gonna swim your sea
Gonna sail your ocean - gonna shake your tree
Gonna climb your mountain - gonna shine your light
Wanna row your river darlin' - if it takes all night

People all over build mansions in the sky
They choke on smoke and watch their dreams go by
When the phone stops ringin' love has surely died
But the grass is greener babe on the other side

Never wanna lose ya - ya know I'm gonna fight
Never said it'd be easy girl - ya know we'll make it right

If it takes all night - gonna swim your sea
Gonna sail your ocean - gonna shake your tree
Gonna climb your mountain - gonna shine your light
Wanna row your river darlin' - if it takes all night

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Whatcha gonna do without a shoulder to lean on
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Never wanna lose ya - ya know we gotta fight
Never said it'd be easy girl - ya know we'll get it right..
If it takes all night

House Arrest

length: 3:58
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Jim Vallance
Well there's gonna be a party gonna make some noise
Yeah we're invitin' all the girls invitin' all the boys
There'll be dancin' on the tables dancin' on the chairs
Ya there'll be dancin' in the parkin' lots
And up and down the stairs alright
Close the windows lock the doors
Turn it up now pack the floors
Cops are on the outside landlord's on the phone
Quick turn out all the lights
Pretend there ain't nobody home!

It's a house arrest - everybody run
I gotta plead guilty havin' - too much fun
This is a house arrest - up against the wall
We can't stop rockin' justa havin' a ball - One and all

Won't you come around to my place
Don't cha know it's overdue
You gotta bring your little lady wear your dancin' shoes
Get a Yellow Taxi - take a limousine
You gotta get there - it's gonna be a scene
it's too late can't wait - get out while you can
It was fun while it lasted let's do it all again

It's a house arrest - everybody run
I gotta plead guilty havin' - too much fun
This is a house arrest - up against the wall
We can't stop rockin' justa havin' a ball
One and all

We bin wakin' up the neighbours
Bouncin' off the walls
Hangin' off the ceilings
We'll be dancin' in and out of the halls!

This is a house arrest everybody move
Gotta plead guilty gonna raise the roof
This is a house arrest...!

Do I Have to Say the Words?

length: 6:12
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Jim Vallance
Rescue me from the mire
Whisper words of desire
Rescue me, darling rescue me
With your arms open wide
Want you here by my side
Come to me, darling rescue me
When this world's closing in
There's no need to pretend
Set me free, darling rescue me, oh

I don't want to let you go
So I'm standing in your way
I never needed anyone like I'm needin' you today

Do I have to say the words?

Do I have to tell the truth?

Do I have to shout it out?

Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you, how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?

Rescue me from despair
Tell me you, will be there
Help me please, darlin' rescue me

Every dream, that we share
Every cross, that we bear
Can't you see, darlin' rescue me

I don't want to let you go
So I'm standing in your way
I never needed anyone like I'm needin' you today

Do I have to say the words?

Do I have to tell the truth?

Do I have to shout it out?

Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you, how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?
Yeah!

Do I have to say the words?

Do I have to tell the truth?

Do I have to shout it out?

Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you, how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?

So good together
Rescue me
Set me free
Set me free

There Will Never Be Another Tonight

length: 4:41
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
programming: Phil Nicholas
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
recording engineer: Nigel Green
guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
bass: Dave Taylor
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
Hammond organ: Robbie King
keyboard: Phil Nicholas
background vocals: The Tuck Back Twins
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Jim Vallance
Put on your best dress darling
Can't you see the time is right
There will never be another tonight

If you got your motor runnin'
Then I got my engines on
Say the word and darlin' we'll be gone
Outside the world is waitin'
But we won't lose control
So come on now - let the good times roll

You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell

There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
We got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight

Who cares about tomorrow
Let the wind fill your sails
A runaway train ridin' on the rails
We got the bases loaded
Home run - power play
Tonight's the night we're goin' all the way

You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell

There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
Flash your diamonds shine your lights
There'll never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
Cause we got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight

Some people they're looking for paradise
Others they're looking for inner light
Me I'm just having the time of my life
I'm headin' out, to check it out
Check it out!!

All I Want Is You

length: 5:21
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
programming: Phil Nicholas
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
keyboard: Phil Nicholas
drums (drum set): Mickey Curry
background vocals: The Tuck Back Twins
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
bass: Dave Taylor
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
Hammond organ: Robbie King
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Don't want diamonds don't want gold
Don't want fashion don't want to be cool
Don't want to hustle just to get through
When it all comes down babe
All I want is you

Don't want to argue don't want to fight
Don't want no politics babe all through the night
I told ya before gonna tell ya once more
For the last time baby open up your door

All I want is you all I want is you
Not any old girl will do
All I want is you
If ya don't need love ya gotta be nuts

The heaviest metal always rusts
Just you and me babe hangin' tough
It's gotta be it's gonna be it's gotta be love or bust!

Don't need a doctor don't need a nurse
Don't need a prescription babe
Only make me feel worse

Don't need a license don't need insurance
Don't need a ticket where we're goin' babe
You got my assurance ya
I told ya before-gonna tell ya once more
For the last time baby open up your door

All I want is you all I want is you
Not any old girl will do
All I want is you
If ya don't need love ya gotta be nuts

The heaviest metal always rusts
Just you and me babe hangin' tough
It's gotta be it's gonna be it's gotta be love or bust!

Depend on Me

length: 5:08
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Jim Vallance

When you're losin' direction
Baby you can depend on me
For a little love and affection
You can depend on me
If ya feel brokenhearted and you just can't get started
You can depend on me
Ya know it's never easy and when you're feelin' blue
There'll be times you feel so empty
Ya sometimes I feel it too

Like sister to brother father to mother
We live for each other we're lover to lover
As deep as an ocean - filled with emotion
I'm forever open - can't you see
Baby you can depend on me
Depend on me - depend on me

For someone to rely on and a shoulder to cry on
You can depend on me
If you're in need of some kindness
And you can't seem to find it
You can depend on me
Well there ain't no need to worry you know we'll get along
Those dark clouds may surround you
But together we'll be strong

Like sister to brother - father to mother
We live for each other - we're lover to lover
As deep as an ocean - filled with emotion
I'm forever open - can't you see
Baby you can depend on me
Depend on me - depend on me

Your love is a guiding light
I've been watchin' it shine - shine on baby
When hard times are all around
And there's miles and miles of dirty road - depend on me
There's no need to carry that heavy load - depend on me
When hope is gone and all is lost
Just reach out - take my hand
I'll be there - I'll be your man
Depend on me

(Everything I Do) I Do It for You

length: 6:35
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious and Nigel Green
programming: Phil Nicholas
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
bass: Larry Klein
drums (drum set) & percussion: Mickey Curry
guitar: Bryan Adams and Keith Scott
piano & Hammond organ: Bill Payne
recording engineer: Nigel Green
lead vocals: Bryan Adams
keyboard: Phil Nicholas
writer: Bryan Adams, Michael Kamen, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Look into my eyes, you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart, search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do, I do it for you

Look into your heart, you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am, take my life
I would give it all, I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
You know it's true
Everything I do, I do it for you
Oh yeah

There's no love, like your love
And no other, could give more love
There's nowhere, unless you're there
All the time, all the way, yeah

Look into your heart, baby

Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
Yeah, I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, yeah I'd die for you

You know it's true
Everything I do, oh, I do it for you

Everything I do, darling
And we'll see it through
Oh we'll see it through
Oh yeah

Yeah!

Look into your heart
You can't tell me it ain't worth dying for
Oh yeah

I'll be there, yeah
I'll walk the wire
Oh, yeah

I'm going all the way, all they way, yeah

If You Wanna Leave Me (Can I Come Too?)

length: 4:43
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
You can't stand still for a moment
You can't stand still for a night
Your feet just starta move when it's boring
But you gotta stick around to get it right
So get it right
You can't find love in the kitchen
You walk the dark side of the street
You can't find any hope in religion
Ya gotta feel the road under your feet

I'm gonna shed a little light
I'm gonna love ya every night
We'll get it right - get it right!

If you wanna leave me can I come too
If you wanna leave me gonna go with you
If you say no - I'm still gonna go
If you wanna leave me - can I come too?

You try 'n keep dry in the water
You try 'n keep cool in the fire
The politics of love are getting harder
So grab a hold, take my hand, we'll take it higher

Touch the Hand

length: 4:06
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
Stand up if ya wanna fight
I'm tellin' all the women stand up for your rights
If ya wanna wear the trousers you wanna act like a man
I'd love to trade ya places love to be your thang
I'd do all the shopping collect you favorite suit
Press all the laundry polish all your boots
And if you brought me flowers I'd meet you at the door
Have your dinner ready your slippers on the floor
And when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights

Touch the hand of the man who'll make ya woman
Touch the hand of the man who'll make it right
Touch the hand of the man who'll make ya woman
Cause when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights

Stand up - it's alright
Love to play the woman - love to play your wife
Light you favorite cigarette - pour your favorite drink
Wear your best apron - wash the dishes in the sink
Get your shaving lotion - turn the shower on
Warm up your bathrobe - keep my baby warm
Read ya bedtime stories - while you take a nap
Turn on the TV - put out the cat
But when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights..

Don’t Drop That Bomb on Me

length: 5:59
producer: Bryan Adams and Robert John “Mutt” Lange
engineer: Ron Obvious
assistant engineer: Yan Memmi
additional recording engineer: Ken Lomas
assistant mixer: Avril MacKintosh
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
recording engineer: Nigel Green
writer: Bryan Adams, Robert John “Mutt” Lange
We sailed our ships upon the shores
That once were out of reach
Turned the silence into war and bloodied up the beach
Trashed the forests and the trees
Til there's nothin' left to cut
We raped the rivers and the seas and turned the land to dust
It goes on and on
On and on.

Does anybody know what's goin' on
Can anybody tell me where we went wrong
Can anyone say why wrong is right
If we want to little peace well we got to fight

Can anyone say things are lookin' good
Just take a look around your neighborhood
The world's gone crazy

Crash-we can fight it
Crash-we gotta try
Crash-we can't hide it
We gotta stop that fire

Don't drop that bomb on me
Save that little tree
Don't drop that bomb on me
Save our seven seas
Don't drop it, don't drop it
Don't drop that bomb on me

Should every thing thing have a life to give
Will every little child have a place to live
Does anybody feel just a little bit scared
Isn't it about time everybody cared
The world's gone crazy

Crash-we can fight it
Crash-we gotta try
Crash-we can't hide it
We gotta stop that fire

Don't drop that bomb on me
Save that little tree
Don't drop that bomb on me
Save our seven seas
Don't drop it, don't drop it
Don't drop that bomb on me

If ya gonna talk that talk
Ya gotta walk that walk
If ya gonna fly that flag
Ya gotta shake a leg
Ya everybody should try
Cause we're much too young to die