ALICE COOPER LYRICS

1. Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)

We're so young and pretty
We're so young and clean
So many things
That we have never seen
...from Ohio (let's move from Ohio)
Sell this damn old store
Big Apple dreamin
On a wooden floor

*
Skyscrapers
And subways and stations
Starin' up
At the United Nations

**
New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Heard about them massages
And all those dirty shows
Well, I read somewhere
Some places never close
While we waste time on yokels
Comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin'
On a wooden floor

(* **)

***
New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

(***)

Yeah, New York is waitin', baby
Waitin' to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Can't be as tough as you sound

(**)

Oh, New York
Oh New York, we're comin'
Oh we're comin'
To see what you're made of
Oh can't be as good as you sound
Me and my baby, we're comin'
Oh we're comin'
They're waitin' for you and me, baby...

2. Never Been Sold Before

You ask me, baby
Can you work tonight
I've been up, babe
Since broad daylight

*
I just can't believe
That you're sellin' me
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You're like a whore

Oh yeah, I'm bad tonight
You really like my style
If you want me
Can't even buy my smile

(*)

Now I find come around
Just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of tradin' tricks and dicks
And I'm, I'm really sick of you
Oh I -

**
Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again

I just can't believe
That you're sellin' me
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You little whore, no no no no no

Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again

(**)

3. Heard Hearted Alice

Nights coast to coast
Work hard as a ghost
When you live in a countdown
Time is free as a jailbird
At least that's what I've hearda
When you live in a...

Love comes cheap at a swap meet
It all comes so dirt cheap
When you live in a bedroom
Love that's deep as a lever
But that ain't a measure
When you live in a castle

Mind gets scrambled like eggs
Gets bruised and erased
When you live in a brainstorm
Noise seems logically right
Ringing in the night

*
Hard hearted Alice
Is what we wanna be
Hard hearted Alice
Is waht you want to see

(*)

4. Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Ahd him put away
And nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Oh well, daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind the silent screen
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape

*
He was a crazy little child
He rooled inside the playground
And grimy faced
He watched the others cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy
They'll get you by and by"

Depression set in
Desperate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes
Out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Just practice
For a two bit future thief

So Jackson went to Ritz
And everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackers
There in town

5. Working Up A Sweat

[Alice Cooper / Michael Bruce]

Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

6. Muscle Of Love

Who's the Queen of the lockeroom?
Who's the cream of the crop?
Joey took her to the matine (Joey took her to the matinee)
Thank God she wouldn't stop (Said "God, she wouldn't stop")

Holy muscle of love, my heart's a muscle

Well I must have gone to their crazy head, (well it must have gone to their crazy head)
Where everything is hot.
Cuz I don't know if the things I'm thinkin'
I know the thoughts are not (are normal thoughts or not).

Holy muscle of love, my heart's a muscle

I read Dad's books like I did before,
Now things are crystal clear.
Lock the door in the bathroom now,
I just can't get caught in here.

I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Must be a gift from above

7. Man With The Golden Gun

[Alice Cooper / Glen Buxton / Michael Bruce / Dennis Dunaway / Neal Smith]

The man
With the golden gun
Is waiting
Somewhere
Out there
For you

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

Demand
For the golden gun
It's high priced
Precise
And true

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you

The man with the golden
Gun in his pocket, Oh, oh
The man with the golden
Gun in his case, Oh, oh
The man with the golden
Gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for you

He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden
Gun in his pocket
The man with the golden
Gun in his case
The man with the golden
Gun in his pocket
The man with the golden
Gun in your face

But you'll never see him
He'll be looking for you
You better believe
He'll be looking for yo-ou

He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden
Gun in his pocket
The man with the golden
Gun in his case
The man with the golden
Gun in his pocket
The man with the golden
Gun in your face

The man with the go-o-olden
Gun in his pocket
The man with the go-o-lden
Gun in his case
The man who gave you the golden gun

8. Teenage Lament '74

What a drag it is
These gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get through your teens
Well, I cut my hair (well, I cut my hair weird)
With a rib teht it was in (I read that it was in)
I looked like a rooster
Than was drowned and raised again

What are you gonna do
I tell you waht I'm gonna do (I'll tell you what I'm gonna do)
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna leave today

I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
Well, I thought that fifteen
Was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast away the clouds
But somebody in the next room yield (but somebody in the next room yelled)
"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"

What are you gonna do
I tell you waht I'm gonna do (I'll tell you what I'm gonna do)
Why don't you get away
Well, I'm gonna cry all day

And I know trouble
Is brewin' out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night
About his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blond hair
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today

But even I
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do (I'll tell you what I'm gonna do)
Why don't you run away
Well, I'm gonna leave today
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do (I'll tell you what I'm gonna do)
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day

What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do...

9. Woman Machine

She'll do the work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh woman machine
Brain's a tape that fill her head
She knows more now all the dead
Oh woman machine

Oh woman machine [repeat]

A ehart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh woman machine
She goes to bed when work is through
She'll do it all, just change her tubes
Oh woman machine

Oh woman machine [repeat]

She can't talk back with no play back
But she'll listen to all your woe
Trade your old one for a new one
They just don't make 'em
Like they used to, no

Oh woman machine [repeat]







ALICE COOPER LYRICS