In a Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy Album

Artist(s): Pat Boone

Cover Art

Pat Boone In a Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy Cover Art

Tracklist

You've Got Another Thing Comin'

length: 4:20
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Glenn Tipton, Rob Halford, Kenneth Downing

One life I'm gonna live it up
I'm takin' I said I'll never get enough
Stand tall I'm uh, young and kind of proud
I'm on the top, but as long as the music's loud

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had
If you think I'll let you go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'

That's right here's where the talking ends
Well, listen, this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down rocks

If you think I'll sit around while you chip away my brain
Listen I ain't foolin' and you'd better think again
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had
If you think I'll let it go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'

In this world we're livin' in we have our share of sorrow
Answer now and don't give in aim for a new tomorrow

Act tough ain't room for second best
Real strong got me some security
Hey, I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah!

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had
If you think I'll let you go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing ahh
Comin' down!

If you think I'll sit around while you chip away my brain
Listen I ain't foolin' and you'd better think again
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had
If you think I'll let it go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing ahh
Comin' down!

You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'

Smoke on the Water

length: 3:54
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Jon Lord, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Ian Paice, Roger Glover
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock 'n Roll)

length: 4:38
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Bon Scott
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin' rock 'n' roll

Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks

It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll

If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll

Hotel motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why

Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band

It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll

If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it's rough and mean

It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock 'n' roll

Well it's a long way
It's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way, such a long way

Panama

length: 5:16
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Eddie Van Halen, Alex Van Halen, Michael Anthony, David Lee Roth
Jump back, what's that sound
Here she comes, full blast and top down
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Model citizen zero discipline

Don't you know she's coming home with me?
You'l lose her in the turn
I'll get her!

[Chorus:]
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama

Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine
Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom

Don't you know she's coming home with me?
You'll lose her in the turn
I'll get her!

[Chorus]

Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight
I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it
Ah, you reach down, between my legs
Ease the seat back

She's blinding, I'm flying
Right behind the rear-view mirror now
Got the feeling, power steering
Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!

[Chorus]

No More Mr. Nice Guy

length: 3:07
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Alice Cooper, Michael Bruce
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

My dog bit me on the leg today.
My cat clawed my eyes.
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle,
And dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And punched me in the nose.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

Love Hurts

length: 4:58
vocal: Pat Boone
composer: Boudleaux Bryant
lyricist: Boudleaux Bryant
Love hurts
love scares
love wounds and mares any heart
Not tough nor strong enough to take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
love is like a cloud
holds a lot of rain.
Love hurts
love hurts
I'm young I know but even so
I know a thing or two I've learned from you
I've really learned a lot
really learned a lot.
Love is like a stove
burns you when it's hot.
Love hurts
love hurts
some fools rave of happiness

Blissfulness
togetherness
some fools fool themselves
I guess

But they're not fooling me I know it isn't true

No
it isn't ture. Love is just a lie made to make you blue.
Love hurts
love hurts.

Love hurts
love scares
love wounds and mares any heart
. . .

Enter Sandman

length: 3:53
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Somethings wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land

Holy Diver

length: 4:45
vocal: Pat Boone
composer: Ronnie James Dio
lyricist: Ronnie James Dio
Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh what's becoming of me

Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean
Oh don't you see what I mean

Gotta get away
Holy Diver

Shiny diamonds
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
Something is coming for you

Race for the morning
You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light
Oh we will pray it's all right

Gotta get away-get away

Between the velvet lies
There's a truth that's hard as steel
The vision never dies
Life's a never ending wheel

Holy Diver
You're the star of the masquerade
No need to look so afraid

Jump on the tiger
You can feel his heart but you know he's mean
Some light can never be seen

Paradise City

length: 4:42
vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Axl Rose, Steven Adler, Duff McKagan, Slash, Izzy Stradlin
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time, take it to the end of the line

Ragz to richez or so they say
You gotta keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
It's all a gamble when it's just a game
You try it like a capital crime, everybody's doing their time

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says "It's hazardous to breathe"
You have another cigarette but I can't see
Tell me who you're gonna believe

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Won't you please take me home

So far away, so far away
So far away, so far away

Hey, captain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester with a broken heart
He said, "Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losin' my mind, are you blind?"
I've seen it all a million times

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me home
Won't you please take me home
Take me home

The Wind Cries Mary

length: 4:13
vocal: Pat Boone
composer: Jimi Hendrix
lyricist: Jimi Hendrix
After all the jacks are in their boxes,
And the clowns have all gone to bed,
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
Footprints dressed in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
Somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind cries Mary.

The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
Shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.

And the wind screams Mary.

Oh oh yeah

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."

And the wind cries Mary.

Crazy Train

length: 4:31
vocal: Pat Boone
composer: Ozzy Osbourne, Bob Daisley, Randy Rhoads
lyricist: Bob Daisley, Ozzy Osbourne, Randy Rhoads
Crazy, crazy train

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people, living as foes
Maybe, it's not too late
To learn how to love, and forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

Crazy, crazy train

I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts, who make their own rules
One person conditioned, to rule and control
The media sells it, and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You've gotta listen to my words, yeah

[Solo]

Heirs of a cold war, that's what we've become
Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot care
I'm living with something, that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

Stairway to Heaven

vocal: Pat Boone
writer: Robert Plant, Jimmy Page
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

Ooh, it makes me wonder, ooh, it makes me wonder

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
Just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Ooh, it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold?
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When the being one is all and all
To be the rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven