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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


Night In The Ruts (1979)
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(Tyler, Perry)

Ninteen seventy-one
We all heard the starter's gun
New York was such a pity
But at Max's Kansas City, we won

We all shot the shit at the bar
With Johnny O' Toole and his scar
And then old Clive Davis said
He's surely gonna make us a star
I'm gonna make you a star
Just the way you are

But with all his style
I could see in his eyes
That we is goin' on trial
And it was no surprize

The boys kept kickin' ass
As usual time would tell
But some bitch in the choir
Throw water on the fires of hell
She loved to show and tell
Lord, she loved to tell

But with all our style
You could see in our eyes
That we is still on trial
And it was no surprize
No surprize
No surprize
No surprize

Midnight lady
Situation fetal
Vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle

I say looky here
Friend of mine
You scratch like you need calamine
Flamingo boots, soles a creakin'
Still in love and Puerto Rican too

Ridin' on wheels of hell
Smokin' our axle grease
Oh, the backstage is rockin'
And we're coppin' from the local police
That's right, the local police
Or the juctice of peace

But with all our style
You could see in our eyes
That we was still on trial
Baby, it's no surprize
No surprize
No surprize
No surprize

Rock n' roll, junkie whore
Got my foot inside the door
Knock knock, knock knock, knock
Nobody's keepin' score

Bad times go away
Come again some other day
Topaz and sassafraz
Will keep the blues away

Candy store, rock n' roll
Corporation jellyroll
Play the singles, it ain't me
It's programmed insanity

You ASCAP, if BMI
Could ever make a mountain fly
If Japanese can boil teas

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(Tyler, Perry)

Ooooh on the beach at Cartagena
She salty baby with the name-ah
Oh Chiquita
Oh, love Chiquita
She takes me walkin' in the sunshine
She she'll be lovin' till the moonshine
Love Chiquita
Oh, Love Chiquita

She got the poppy-eyed desire
Tease till the boys put out your fire
Love Chiquita
No love Chiquita

Oh no no now don't you wake me up, I'm dreamin'
No no no if you shake me I'll be screamin'
Love Chiquita

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(Morton)

Seems like the other day
My baby went away
She went away, 'cross the sea

It's been two years or so
Since I saw my baby go
And then this letter came for me

It said that we was through
She found somebody new
Oh, lemme think, lemme think
What shall I do

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no no no no no
Remember, walking in the sand
Remember, walking hand in hand
Remember, the night was so exciting
Remember, her smile was so inviting
Remember, then she touched my cheek
Remember, with her fingertips
Remember, softly
Softly we met with a kiss

Whatever happened to
The girl that I once knew
The girl that said, she'd been true
Oh, whatever happened to
That night I gave it to you
What will I do with it now
Oh...

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no no no no
Remember, walking in the sand
Remember, walking hand in hand
Remember, the night was so exciting
Remember, her smile was so inviting
Remember, a then she touched my cheek
Remember, with her fingertips
Remember, softly
Softly we met with a kiss

Whatever happened to
That girl that I once knew
That girl that said, she'd been true
Whatever happened to
That night I gave it to you

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(Tyler, Perry)

I met a babe in a back-seat drive in
Back in the saddle she's sit
Pull on the reins just to keep me risin'
She loved to chomp at the bit
Daddy do it
Ooooh just do it
Daddy do it
Please let me see you
Do it
Please just do it
Daddy do it
Do it
Drivin' me crazy

She always walks with her eyes
Down on her bootlace
She loves to give it away
She don't believe in the right time
Or the wrong place
She's always liable to say

Mmmm Daddy do it
Ooooh just do it
Daddy do it
Please let me see you
Do it
Please just do it
Daddy do it
Do it
Drivin' me crazy

Cheese cake
Looser than her sister
Cheese cake
Her sugar gets me high
She knows I can't resist her
Cheese Cake
Got my fingers in her pie
Cheese Cake

Cheese cake
Sneakin' out the back door
Cheese cake
Strollin' down the lawn
Cheese Cake
Everybody's kissed her
Cheese Cake
At the crack of dawn

Daddy do it
Oooh just do it
Daddy do it

Please let me see you
Daddy do it
Please just do it
Daddy do it
Do it
Oooh drivin' me crazy

Cheese cake
Looser than her sister
Cheese cake
Her sugar gets me high
She knows I can't resist her
Cheese Cake
Got my fingers in her pie

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(Tyler, Perry)

Take a walk in the warm New England sun
Ain't no time to look for clues
You get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun
Who be the hand that light the fuse

A take a look, take a look at my old billy goat
He used to raise all kinds of hell
He took a dose of radiation dope
A back in the barn is where he felt, like hell

Ohhhh...Lucy, chromosome
Lucy, superdome

What makes you think you patronizin' my old friends
After you ride in my car, car
What do you do when your oil's Mexican
OPEC boys, you went too far, too far

Ohhhh...Lucy, superdome
Lucy, chromosome
Ohhhh...Lucy, papa doll
Lucy, sing the song

(Ah), dig it up
(Ah), live it up
(Ah), a dig it up
(Ah), live it up


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(Melrose, Bennet, Gillum)

I got a reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky
Woh...I got a reefer head a woman
She fell right down from the sky

Well, I gots to drink me a two fifths of whiskey
Just to get half as high

When the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town
Oooh...when the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town

Well, when he was feelin' high
Oooh...he sure should have been feelin' low

Oh Mr. Perry!

I got a reefer headed woman
Lord...she fell right down from the sky
Ohhhh...got a reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky

Lord, I gots to drink me two fifths of whiskey

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(Tyler, Perry)

Flatbush boy cruisin' Sheepshead Bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground DMT ridin' thunder train
The Coney Island White Fish Boy
Is on the run again
You're runnin' with the pack
Ain't never lookin' back
Knows just where he's been
That Coney Island White Fish Boy
Has been there and back again

Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
In that steeplechase she used to wet his dreams
She combed her hair
That flamin' jewel's streaked with clorox bleach
Coney gettin' down and dirty snortin' up the beach

And she'll be screamin'
Coney
And she'll be dreamin'
Coney

Coney
Bone to bone screamin'
Coney
SHe be screamin'
Coney

Get back in town
Get back get around
Get back get down
He's back in town

Coney
She'll be screamin'
Coney
Best believin'
Coney


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(K. Relf, J. McCarty, Jimmy Page)

When will the clouds all blow it away
When will the good people have their say
Now I hope you're still around to see the day

Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It

Who's gonna tell what is up or down
Who can be the king or be the clown
Then climb your tree, take a look around

Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It

Take it nobody out, if it in the tame
That which is now, will be again
Who can decide who is insane

Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It

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(Tyler)

Hush a bye my baby soft and new
Oooh, loveliness, gypsy dance in the rain
Hush a bye my baby what you do
Oooh, the baby cry
The wind she's callin your name... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh...

Where you came from you ain't alone
Live and loved from the old jaw bone
Oh, don't you cry you're home sweet home

Rock a bye sweet lady gypsy blue
Oooh, the nightingale's singin' her song in the rain
Hush a bye sweet lady, soft and new
Oooh, don't you cry, the wind she's a screamin' your name... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh...

Come too soon that sunny day
You give your heart away
No divorcee, or repouise...yeah...yeah

(Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)

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