Mott The Hoople and Ian Hunter

Dancing On The Moon

(Ian Hunter/Darrell Bath/Honest John Plain)

Oh!!
Well I climbed through the fence, out with the (?), head for the river plate(?).
The river's not tame, heat in the city meant dogs can't smell the same.
Don't wait up, I'll be home soon, but I can't come now cos I'm
Dancing on the (dancing, dancing) moon, yeah.
(dancing, dancing....)
I crawl like a snake, seen a better daybreak, I sleep when I'm wide awake.
All my body's achin', I know they're tryin' to break me, but that's a chance I
gotta take.
Oh, don't wait up, I'll be home soon, but I can't come now cos I'm
Dancing, dancing, dancing (dancing on the moon) dancing, dancing, dancing on
the moon
All right.

I'm outside a Memphis, My motors little danger(?) she gives me
pharmaceuticals
Knowin' my friends, they help me beat the hangman, they know I'm innocent
Well that's all right, I'll be home soon, but I can't come now cos I'm
Dancing, dancing (dancing, dancing) on the moon
(dancing, dancing on the moon) .

I can see your house in between the trees
I can feel your body shakin' in between my knees.
You know it feels so low, I come so far
I always love to have some fire on me

You're looking so good

Well I got me a room, can't say where it is, you can guess the address
Well I need some money, need it in a special place, not try the weaknesses(?)
Wake up (?) , nursin' my wounds, I told you I was comin, I was comin' home soon. yeah.

(Want you, want you, want you, want you right away, )
((To fade))

Another Fine Mess

(Ian Hunter/Darrell Bath/Honest John Plain)

Well you rang me up you say you wanna get high
Now I'm underpaid and I'm overtired
Riding shotgun 'round the world
I'm too young to die, too old for the girls
You wanna know something, I've had it with you
Another Fine Mess you got me into

Well, you're always in one hole or another
And I come runnin' just like a brother
When are you ever going to get yourself cleared
You'll keep on running 'til we disappear
I can't believe the things you do
Another fine mess you got me into
Another fine mess (3)
Well that's what you get when you settle for less
Another fine mess yeah, another fine mess

Look on the bright side - smile smile smile
Relive our childhood just for a little while
Can't you see it's catching it up on you Hit me, Darrell
Well, that's another fine mess you got me into

How many more times are you gonna get pissed?
How many more asses have we gotta kiss?
How many more songs have I gotta write?
How many more sessions into the night?
For some dumb fuck who don't got a clue
Another fine mess you got me into

Well you say I'm kicking up too much fuss
Twenty-four hours is too long on the bus
The band's all moan and the driver's slow
There's not enough people - too many shows
Down in the bus with the birthday blues
Another fine mess you got me into
Another fine mess (3)
Well, that's what you get when you settle for less
Another fine mess (2)
Oh, I said another fine mess - another fine mess

Scars

(Ian Hunter/Darrell Bath/Honest John Plain)

Well I still got your blood running through my veins
I still got your blood running through my veins
And even though the circumstances change
I know we never got along - the pieces would not fit
And I still got the scars to show for it

Staring through the window at the rain
Is it me or have all the colours changed?
I was sick with jealousy
I know why you had to split And you still got the scars to prove it.

I can't see them, but I can feel them
They're tearing me up inside
I feel them kicking - I feel them sticking
Like something in me died
And it's all right - I wish you the very best
I just had to get it/this off my chest
People tell me on the street that you don't give a I took that kind of hard
It's just another kind of scar I got to show for it
It's just another scar I got to show for it
I still got your blood running through my vein But I still got your blood running through my vein
I still got your blood running through my vein I say I still got your blood running through my vein 

Never Trust A Blonde

(Darrell Bath)

A thousand pin-up girls to Stepney to Bombay
Take me to fancy restaurants to be amongst the (?)
And all the blue-eyed gals of 6 foot 3
Are gonna leave you broken down on your knees
Cause in the golden locks and fluttering lashes
You say, "I told you", all day long

Never (never) trust a blonde
Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
Just when you thought it was safe to get it on
Watch out for their teeth boys you never trust a blonde

I been dreaming of clinches
Sincere wenches
That star on Hollywood and Vine
Too many girls and ham-fisted moves and blaming it on the wine
Now your best bet's, succour, love and caress
Make it quick boys cause I ain't got long
Never turn your back on the girl in black
You never trust a blonde

Never (never) trust a blonde
Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
Forget all that stuff about ad-men, like my own father
My daddy said, "Rocky, don't even trust your mom"!

They all queue in line, they wanna see me hung, drawn and quartered
Sure as a knot on a moonshine, a recipe that leaves me slaughtered
Stormy weather, the smell and a lousy hotel
One line from a fair blues song
I'm telling you mate, I'll get slayed
You cannot trust a blonde

Never (never) trust a blonde
Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
You think you can hide behind peroxide, then you got it wrong, so wrong
Watch out for their teeth boys, never trust a blonde

Here comes another, never trust a blonde
She could be a mother, never trust a blonde
England and China, never trust a blonde
She played me a blinder, never trust a blonde
Never, ever Russian, never trust a blonde
Expect a bum's rush in, never trust a blonde
Explode with good luck, never trust a blonde
Squeeze in another, never trust a blonde

Psycho Girl

(Honest John Plain)

If I'd known then what I know now
I'd do it all again 'cause I'm crazy and how
About my mixed-up, messed-up pretty little Psycho Girl
I should've given her a swift body swerve
I didn't so I got what I deserve
A freaked-out, spaced-out crazy little Psycho Girl

Psycho Girl - look what you're doing
How come you have to be this way?
Psycho Girl - you'll be my ruin
With the softy things you do - the silly things you say
oh oh Psycho Girl

She's my cross to bear, my ball and chain
A monkey on my back, she gets into my brain
But I love my washed out, freaked out Psycho Girl
Yeah, if I'd known then what I know now
I wouldn't change a thing, no way no how
'Cause I love my blown out, zonked out Psycho Girl

So what if she's mixed up, messed up, freaked out
Washed up, fucked up, spaced out
I'm no doubt - I'm crazy about my Psycho Girl
Psycho - Psycho Girl

My Revolution

(Casino Steel/Ian Hunter/Dangerfield)

You were just a twinkle in your teenage mother's eyes
I was squeezing Brylcreem on my hair
No one taught us how to be politically correct
And no one told our winkles what to wear

I've been there, I've done it
I've seen it all
That was my contribution oh-oh
So much for the revolution

When someone said, "let's go to bed" nobody was scared
We were up to no good all the time
Judging by those freckles and the shades upon your nose
It's possible you could be one of mine

I've been there, I've done it
I've seen it all
That was my revolution

On the road again, back at number ten
Underneath the lights a thousand and one nights
A revolution for fun
You better lock up your mum

I've been there, I've done it
Well, I've seen them come and go
That's for you to guess and that's for me to know
oh, baby
That's for you to guess and that's for me to know
So much for revolution
So much for revolution
That was my revolution

Good Girls

(Honest John Plain)

It's cold outside - it looks like rain
To make matters worse, I missed me last train
Now I was thinking she'd show me a bed
To my surprise got shown the door instead
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?

She said she wants a fella with a GTI
Always home on time, steak and kidney pie
She made it quite pretty, it was plain to see
There's no place here for a rocker like me
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?

Girls like Peggy-Sue, Maggie-May and Sheena too
Where have all the good girls gone?
Girls like my dear old Mum, who never stopped me having fun
Where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Where've they gone?
Where have all the good (3) girls gone? (2)

So she throws me out in the pouring rain
Girls like that give girls a bad name
Why can't I find a girl just like Betty D.
With an hourglass figure like Norma Jean
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
Where 've they gone?

Red Letter Day

(Ian Hunter)

Red Letter Day (3) mmmm...
Late at night I drift away somewhere I'm walking on the moon - talking to you there I miss you babe, oh I miss you In my empty room on a crowded avenue
Oh I've been rolling down the river, girlAnd I bump into you
I miss you babe, oh I miss you
When I come home the love is gonna last forever
'Cause deep in my heart, the loving never went away
When I come home, the love is gonna last forever
It's going to be a Red Letter Day (3) oh-oh
Why oh why oh why can't we see eye to eye
All we do is argue and the years go rolling by
How on earth could it be worth such a sacrifice
All we got's each other and I'm lonely in this life
I miss you girl oh I miss you

When I come home the love is gonna last forever
'Cause deep in my heart, the loving never went away
When I come home, the love is gonna last forever
It's going to be a Red Letter Day (many times)

Leave your light on 'cause I've waited so long

Invisible Strings

(Ian Hunter)

One, two, three
Well I woke up this morning - there's a girl in my bed.
How did she get there? Was it something I said?
I don't understand it but somehow it seems
She visits me in invisible dreams.
Over and over I try to explain
How did that girl get into my veins?
Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?
And how does she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings
These are a few of my favorite things Now it's all over when the fat lady sings
I'll still be playing my invisible strings

Well maybe she don't have a world of her own
Maybe she's using me just like a phone
And sometimes she's cool and sometimes she stings
And I'm all tangled up in invisible strings
Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings
These are a few of my favorite things When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings,
We'll still be playing those invisible strings

Well she never leaves - I'm never alone
I ain't in the book but she's still calling home
I tried to lose her - watch the tv
But that woman's always picking on me
Well, there's strings round my body, strings round my heart
I'd like to know where the string-pulling starts
I'd give anything to meet the angel who sends
Invisible ink to my invisible pen
Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings
These are a few of my favorite things When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings,
We'll still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings
These are a few of my favorite things Now it's all over when the fat lady sings
We'll still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings Oh yeah

Everyone's A Fool

(Darrell Bath/Roig)

He asked me home at a midnight
Hey you'll be lucky if it's daylight
When you saw me down the alley
Yeah I swear's I'm not with Annie, hey Annie, yeah
'Cause everyone's a fool, child
Everyone's wild
I'll say I was your fool, babe
'Cause you know that's a lie

Now everybody gets lonesome
And we all need a friend
So take it easy baby-love
I'm not here to do you in
'Cause everyone's a fool, child
Everyone's wild
I'll say I was your fool, babe
'Cause you know that's a lie

Oooh, once in a while
Any old time
And that's no lie

She'll be showing up at midnight
And everyone wanna taste right
So you better get your do-re-mi all right
Or she won't be getting paid
Everyone's a fool, child
Everyone's wild
Don't say I was your fool, babe
'Cause you know that's a lie
Hey that's all right
Oh, once in a while
It might be any old time
Well, that's ain't no lie
Well, maybe a little one

Junkee Love

(Matheson/Casino Steel)

Give me magic misery
Give me two shots - first one is free
Watch me cover - watch me grin
Jump for the juice in your syringe
You're the poison - you're the pain
You're the needle in my vein
Come on jab it - come go quick
The only habit I can't kick
Junkee see - junkee do
Junkee me - junk is you
Pusher comes to shove
Junkee love

ooh...I've got my trembles - I got the shakes
I'm a slave to my mistakes
Dial doctor on the phone
Get me on methadone
Give me magic misery
Give me two shots - first one is free
Watch me cover - watch me cringe
All from using your syringe
Junkee see - junkee do
Junkee me - junk is you
Pusher comes to shove
Junkee love

The Other Man

(Ian Hunter)

I forgive you when you can't look straight into my eye
I forgive you when you never want to hold my hand
I forgive you 'cause you're all I've got and I love you
But I'll never forgive the other man

I forgive you even though I know the secret you keep
I forgive you even though you don't give a damn
I forgive you 'cause deep inside you're part of me
But I'll never forgive the other man

Somewhere in the night he's calling
And somewhere in your heart you're falling

I'll forgive you when you stay out late and you never phone
I'll forgive you even though I'll never understand
I'll forgive you 'cause you're all I've got and I love you
But I'll never forgive the other man

Somewhere in the night he's calling
And somewhere in your heart you're falling

I'll forgive you when you stay out late and you never phone
I'll forgive you even though I'll never understand
I'll forgive you 'cause you're all I've got and I love you
But I'll never forgive the other man
No, I'll never forgive as long as I live
No, I'll never forgive the other man
I said I'll never never never forgive
No, I'll never forgive the other man

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Credits

Transcribed by Nicole Apostola; minor changes by Colin Ford. Dancing On The Moon and Never Trust A Blonde transcribed by Colid Ford. Updates to Never Trust A Blonde by Mike Sodl.