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Aerosmith
Aerosmith


Background information
Origin Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Heavy Metal
Blues Rock
Hard Rock
Years active 1970—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Geffen Records
Associated acts The Joe Perry Project
The Strangeurs/Chain Reaction
Website Website
Members
Steven Tyler
Joe Perry
Brad Whitford
Tom Hamilton
Joey Kramer
Former members
Ray Tabano
Jimmy Crespo
Rick Dufay



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Aerosmith Album


Done With Mirrors (1985)
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(Tyler, Perry)

Rock-a-bye baby
If you wanna dance
Grab yourself a body
And take a chance
Said one time around
Is all you get
I'm still dancin'
So you lost your bet

I got a hardcore mama
With a hot hoochie coo
Make my wheels start spinnin'
Like a formula two

Got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I...

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking

Cheese cake
Maybe if I take another bite
I'm real fat city
I'm an aero delight
Threw out my pipe
And my alkaline
Got a squeaky clean body
And a dirty mind
I'm a real fine dancer
I'll be cuttin' the rug
Got a brand new baby
She's my brand new drug

I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I...

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait
Let The Music Do The Talking...I gotta get it
Let The Music Do The Talking...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...yeah

Yak yak yak
yak yak yak yak yak yak yaou

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking

. . .


(Tyler, Perry)

Wake up baby, what you in for
Start the day upon your knees
What you pissin' in the wind for
You musta snorted too much blees
East house pinball wizard
Full tilt bozo played
Second floor trekkie (yeah!!)
Makin' warp speed out the door
Julio Apagolucci
He the only one who stayed
Countin' up the days
Please no more

My Fist Your Face
That's for sure

Hey Betty Boop you got me droolin'
I'm buzzin' 'round your hive tonight
You played the hooky 'stead of schoolin'
Son of a bitch put out the light
Thirteen year old hookers
Drag yourself right through the thorns
You wonder why the man's outside your door
Junior achievers, got the old bull by the horns
Back in the saddle get ya s'more (some more)

My Fist Your Face
That's for sure
Yeah!

East house pinball wizard
Full tilt bozo played
Second floor trekkie's
Makin' warp speed out the door
Julio Appagolucci
He the only one that stayed
I'm countin' up the days
Please no more

Arr...My Fist Your Face
That's for sure
Oooowhoo...yeah
My Fist Your Face
That's for sure...or wor...ooowhoo
My Fist Your Face
That's for sure...oooh whoo
My Fist Your Face

. . .


(Tyler)

Somebody tryin' to take my soul
Nobody gotta hear my rock n' roll

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby

Lolita, steady as it goes
Toot sweet, powderin' her nose

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe

Hey Smith, old hank pank
Pulling down your knickers
Ah, who you gonna spank

Shame, shame, on you baby
Shame, shame, shame on you babe

Joe Perry, oooh Mr Style
Some kind of killer bee
Buzz a while

Phoned home last night
P.M.S.
Bitch bitch bitchin'
Gotta do this gotta do that

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame, shame shame on you baby

Bogus honey, square dance close
Oh, grab your partner, a bring it home 'n dosey, dosey

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby

Sin Biase, flinch it did
Why's uncle Stanley
Tryin to keep it hid

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby

Seven or eleven
Got to roll the dice
Am I in heaven
Or am I in Miami Vice

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame, shame

. . .


(Tyler, Hamilton)

You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
The way you love I adore
You always come never know where you been
But a, now I'm here baby to even the score

You're up, you're down
You're always running in place
Triathlon if you please
You're always beggin' me for a taste
But ain't up to snuff if you sneeze

Yak yak yak

Lord you give me the bends
Your head's in jail
I'll call out the law
Like The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
She likes to grab my microphone
Now there ain't too much she won't do
Especially when we're all alone

You're up, you're down
You're always runnin' in place
Triathlon if you please
Her mind's on rewind and erase
But you might get shot, babe
When you're shootin' the breeze

Yak yak yak

Lord you give me the bends
Your heads in jail
I'll call out the law
That The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
That The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
Ooh ooh who who who whoooo
Ooh ooh who who who whoooo

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
And there ain't too much that she won't do
Ooh ooh who who who whooo
Ooh ooh who who who whooo

There's always something
That you got to say
I lose my mind and then I surely fade away, yeah

A yak yak yak

Lord you give me the bends
You're heads in jail
Now look what you done

That The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
That The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue
That The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends

. . .



Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane 
Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain 
Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane 

Got myself a lady 
I get down on my knees, yeah... 
Hotter than Hades 
Heaven if you please, yeah... 

Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane
Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain
Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane 

Some girls put it to you 
Make you scream in pain, yeah... 
Some will say they knew you 
And then forget your name, yeah... 

Shela, real tight 
Shela, that's right 
Shela 

She said she could do it 
Love she could fulfill, yeah... 
There ain't noting to it 

. . .



Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away

No good, papa's no good
Sister's no good and that's a drag
Sometimes you're feelin'
Like your head's on the ceiling
When you scream hey mama...rag
When your daddy come home
With an old soup bone
'Cause he drank all the money away
And your mama's in the kitchen
On the phone she be bitchin'
And your girlfriend who called to say

Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away

High school lover, with ya corpse undercover
Gettin high jack...Lebanese
Hey mama, choosed it, y'all all been through it
Or be fallin' off you right to your knees
(Pair a shades, shotgun, rock on) ?
Chewing gum, take it to the dance tonight
Your a (love hate) ? child with wild child smile
And you don't care wrong from right

Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away

Nobody but nobody baby
Knockin' my socks off
Rock, rock, rockin'
I'll be gotten, I'll be gettin' my rocks off
Nobody but nobody shootin' 
never gets a shot off

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Oooh, she's on fire 
Oooh, she's on fire 

Hot to trot, she's a bit insane 
Little bit a pleasure 
With a little bit a pain 
I got to be smokin' 
So I know without a doubt 
Where there's smoke there's fire 
So I gotta boot it out 

Say oooh, she's on fire 
Oooh, she's on fire 

Homely child with a hang down lip 
Starved for love and companionship 
Little by little, catchin' up to me 
She's more of a woman 
Then I thought she'd be to me...yeah 
Hungry girl, she's the skinniest thing 
She's sayin' the word, I'm losin' sting ?

She's on fire 
She hung my head in a guillotine 
She's my flame, she's a wettin' my dream 
She's on fire

Oooh, she's on fire
Oooh, she's on fire
Oooh, she's on fire

. . .



Thinkin' 'bout the night life 
In the ladies powder room 
Brother's like a howlin' wolf 
By the light of the silvery moon 
Joey's like a Pavlovs dog 
When he starts to salivate 
A hardened man himself 
Is hard to shake his rattle snake 

Me, I got a brand new babe 
You know that something just ain't right 
I say yeah, yeah 
Can't stop rockin' tonight 

Hangin' at the shopping mall 
With a watchman full of sash 
Leave your smile outside the door 
'Cause the kids be kickin' ass 
My old boot heels be smokin' 
You really got to understand 
We're burning down the town tonight 
A when the new shit hits the fan 

And me, I got a brand new baby
You know something just ain't right
I say yeah, yeah
Can't stop rockin' tonight
Yeah yeah
Can't stop rockin' tonight 

Layin' on her back tonight 
To watch the moon eclipse 
Baby eatin' out tonight 
But I just ain't leavin' tips 

So y'all best watch out what you do 
And who you do it with 
'Cause you'll be kickin' ass tonight 

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Darkness, Darkness, hungry to the bone 
Darkness, Darkness, take my body home 
God, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love

She like a boo-k
(It has to be book! It can't be pooka, what's that mean) 
She holy roller, love me like a song 
She like a lightning 
She roller coaster, 'til the break of dawn 
She like a shadow 
She all around me, nasty hearted dream 
She got the sexy 
She do it to me, wake me when I scream 

God, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
Yak ak ak ak aw

Now I lay me down to sleep 
Goodnight 
Pray the Lord my soul will keep 
Tonight 
If I die before I wake 
In your arms, my love can't break away 

Darkness (she like a shadow) 
Darkness (she all around me) 
Nasty hearted dream 
Darkness (she got the sexy) 
Darkness (she do it to me) 
Wake me when I scream 
God I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love

. . .


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