Music World
Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.
   
  Forgot your password?
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Def Leppard
Def Leppard


Background information
Origin Sheffield, England
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) Universal
Island Records
Vertigo Records
Mercury Records
PolyGram Records
Phonogram Records
Associated acts Atomic Mass
Cybernauts
Website Website
Members
Vivian Campbell
Rick Savage
Joe Elliott
Rick Allen
Phil Collen
Former members
Steve Clark
Pete Willis
Tony Kenning



Music World  →  Lyrics  →  D  →  Def Leppard  →  Albums  →  Yeah!

Def Leppard Album


Yeah! (05/23/2006)
05/23/2006
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
. . .


(Originally by T. Rex)
(M. Bolan)

Oow
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock'n'roll
I move like a cat, talk like a rat
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy, your 20th century toy

Friends say it's fine, my friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock'n'roll
Fly like a plane, drive like a car
Ball like a hen, babe I wanna be your man - oh
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock'n'roll
Move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like I feel, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century boy, I wanna be your toy
20th century boy, I wanna be your toy.

. . .


(Originally by David Essex)
(David Essex)

Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogie too, did ya

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean (James Dean)

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on, Rock on, Rock on

Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey, Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey, Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey, Rock and roll
Rock on........

. . .


(Originally by Blondie)
(Jack Lee)

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me.

. . .


(originally by The Kinks)

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowin' into the night
People so busy, making me dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine

Terry meets Julie at Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, I don't like to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine

Millions of people swarming like flies
'Round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine

. . .


(Originally by Sweet)
(Nicky Chinn-Mike Chapman)

Look out!
Mama let me out on a saturday night, she said now
Go out and get her go and hold her tight
(I said now Mama, you don't understand
Ev'ry time I touch her hand)
It's like I'm burning in the fires of hell
And if I hold her too long
You never can tell what'll happen to me
I wouldn't want you to see

Look out!
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look out!

She's like a live bomb shell
Like a flash out of hell
And when she's shaking her ooh
Everyone fell at her feet
(And that's neat and she took me completely)
By surprise with her ultra sonic eyes
That were flashing like hysterical danger signs
That said beware where you tread
Or you'll go out of your head

Look out!
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look out!

Hell raiser, hell raiser, hell raiser
Hell raiser, hell raiser, ooh
Now Mama, you don't understand
Ev'ry time I touch her hand
It's like I'm burning in the fires of hell
And if I hold her too long
You never can tell what'll happen to me
I wouldn't want you to see...

Look out!
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell Rasier, Hell Rasier, Hell Rasier, Hell Rasier.
Ooh Look out!

. . .


(Originally by ELO)
(Jeff Lynne)

Did you see your friend, crying from his eyes today?
Did you see him run through the streets and far way? Aah...
Did you see him run? Did you see him fall? Ah, ah...
Did his life flash by at the bedroom door?

Did you hear the news, it came across the air today?
Someone has been found on the rocks down in the bay, ah...
Did you see him hide? Did you see him crawl? Ah, ah...
Does his life mean more than it did before?

Did you see that man running through the streets today?
Did you catch his face, was it 10538?

. . .


(Originally by Roxy Music)
(Ferry)

Wish everybody would leave me alone, yeah
They're always calling on my telephone
When I pick it up there's no one there
So I walk outside just to take the air

Come on with me cruising down the street
Who knows what you'll see, who you might meet
This brave new world's not like yesterday
I can take you higher than the milky way

Now I'm blinded I can hardly see, yeah
No more bright lights confusing me, no
Don't ask me why I'm feeling blue
Because loving you is all I can do ooo

Hey good-looking boys gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so unkind
They can make you feel like you're losing your mind

Street life, Street life, Street life, What a life
Street life, Street life, Street life, That's the life

Back to nature boys Vasser girls too
Watch what you say, or think, or do
Continental-style strasse girls might
But you know exactly if it's wrong or right

Education is an important key, yes
But the good life's never won by degrees, no
Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale
Only window shopping and strictly no sale

Weekend starts Friday soon after eight
Your jet black magic helps you celebrate
You may be stranded if you stick around
And that's really something.

. . .


(Originally by David Bowie)
(Bowie)

Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone

And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday (repeat chorus)

It's a Drive-in Saturday (repeat)

. . .


(Originally by Free)
(Fraser/Rodgers/Kossoff/Kirke)

I believe
if you give
a little bit of love
to those you live with
a little bit of love
Oh oh oh
has gotta come your way.

Well in my mind
it's easy
to lose sight of the truth
but in my heart
I can't deny
my feeling inside

'Cos I believe
if you give
a little bit of love
to those you live with
a little bit of love
Oh oh oh
has gotta come your way.

Man in the sky
you say you are flying
to lose sight of the world
you wanna stay high
then don't deny
your feeling inside

'Cos I believe
if you give
a little bit of love
to those you live with
a little bit of love
Oh oh oh
has gotta come your way.

Yeahh!
Whooo!

I believe
if you give
a little bit of love
to those you live with
a little bit of love
Oh!
has gotta come your way.

I believe
if you give
a little bit of love
to those you live with
a little bit of love
Whooooo
has gotta come your way.

. . .


[Originally by Mott The Hoople]

Ladies and Gentlemen,
The golden age of rock and roll....

Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy.
Screaming for the face at the window.
Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies,
Fighting for a place in the front row.

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh
(It's good for your body, it's good for your soul)
Ohhh, Ohhh, let's go!
(It's the golden age of rock and roll).

Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz,
Guitars getting higher and higher.
The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint,
Stoke more coke on the fire.

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh
(You gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(It's the golden age of rock and roll).

The golden age of rock and roll will never die,
As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry.
Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation,
Don't wanna wreck; just recreation,
Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down
We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound.

The show's gotta move, everybody groove
There ain't no trouble on the streets now.
So if the going gets rough,
Don't you blame us
You ninety-six decible freaks

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh
(Its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(It's the golden age of rock and roll).

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh
(You gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(Its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(It's the golden age of rock and roll).

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh
(You gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(Its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa
(It's the golden age of rock and roll).

That's all

. . .



No matter what you are,
I will always be with you,
Doesn't matter what you do girl,
Oooh girl, with you

No matter what you do,
I will always be around,
Won't you tell me what you found girl,
Oooh girl, won't you

Knock down the old grey wall,
Be a part of it all,
Nothing to say,
Nothing to see,
Nothing to do

If you would give me all,
As I would give it to you,
Nothing would be,
Nothing would be,
Nothing would be

No matter where you go,
There will always be a place,
Can't you see it in my face girl,
Oooh girl, want you

(guitar solo)

Knock down the old grey wall,
Be a part of it all,
Nothing to say,
Nothing to see,
Nothing to do

If you would give me all,
As I would give it to you,
Nothing would be,
Nothing would be,
Nothing would be

No matter what you are,
I will always be with you,
Doesn't matter what you do girl,
Oooh girl, with you

Oooh girl, Yooou girl, want you

. . .


(Originally by John Kongos)
(Kongos/Demetriou)

(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).

Hey rainmaker come away.
from that man you know
he's gonna take away your promised land.
Hey good lady

he just want what you got
you know he'll never stop
until he's taken the lot.

Gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man

gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man

you're a man. He's a man.
(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).
(He's gonna step on you again).

Hey rainmaker he got golden plans
I tell you he make you
a stranger in your land.
Hey good lady

he got God on his side
he got a double tongue
you never think that he lie.

Gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man

Gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man, you're a man, he's a man

Hey rainmaker come away
from that man you know
he's gonna take away your promised land.
Hey good lady

he got God on his side
he got a double tongue
you never think that he lie.

Gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man

Gonna stamp out your fire
he can change your desire
don't you know that he can make
you forget you're a man, you're a man, he's a man

. . .


(Originally by Thin Lizzy)
(Lynott)

Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you

Don't believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There just might be some other silly pretty girl
I'm singing to

Don't believe a word
For words are so easily spoken
And your heart is just like that promise
Made to be broken

Don't believe a word
'cause words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When there's tear in your eyes

Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you

Don't believe a word
No don't believe a word.
Don't believe me, don't believe me
Not a single word
Hey! Don't!

. . .


(Originally by The Faces)
(Wood/Stewart)

In the mornin' don't say you love me,
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor.

Won't need to much pursuadin'
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
Red lips, hair and fingernails,
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
Lets go up stairs and read my Tarot cards

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me

So, in the mornin', please don't say you love me
'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd gonna stay with me
Sit down, get up, get out.

. . .


blog comments powered by Disqus



© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.