@GROUP - 10cc @ALBUM - 10cc (NOTE - Song order reflects the original album order; on the reissued CD Rubber Bullets is first and the remaining songs are in the same order) @SONG: Johnny Don't Do It Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny was an angel An angel dressed in black He used to hang around the guys Down at the local track He tried so hard to join them But they always turned him back Johnny don't do it He was an angel Johnny don't do it Such an angel He was only 17 Just got out of school He stole a bike from Joe's garage To prove that he was cool He didn't know that the brakes were worn And fate can be so cruel Johnny don't do it He was an angel Johnny don't do it Such an angel Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Well Johnny went a riding With his girlfriend on the back seat Looking for some action And they found it down a back street Suddenly a truck pulled out He tried to step on the brake Johnny don't do it (Here is a news flash) Johnny don't do it (Today, Johnny Kowalski, also known as Johnny Angel) Johnny don't do it (and his young fiance Francine, were tragically killed) Johnny don't do it (in a cycle accident) Don't do it, don't do it (any witnesses please contact) Don't do it, don't do it (the police at Precinct 29) Now Johnny's with the angels The angels in the sky I wonder if he thinks of us As he goes riding by If only had listened Oh the number of times we tried To tell him Johnny don't do it He was an angel Johnny don't do it Such an angel Johnny don't do it He was an angel Johnny don't do it Such an angel Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it @SONG: Sand In My Face I looked in the mirror (What did you see looking at you?) I saw a nine stone weakling (What will you do?) Dynamic Tension waiting for you? Dynamic Tension make a man out of you I opened my magazine (What did you see?) I saw Mr. France (What did he have?) A girl on each shoulder (What else?) And one in his pants Dynamic Tension can do this for you Dynamic Tension make a man out of You you you you you So our hero goes down to the beach He's in real terrible shape His chick's been seen with big Alex That mother kicked sand in his face Now let me tell you about Alex He's got: Hands like hams Knees like trees 200 lbs Of surfboard Hercules Mr. Atlas won't you bring her on back to me I lost my girl down by the beach She's with Alex and she's out of reach So please Mr. Atlas won't you bring her on back to me I saw your body in an advert on T.V. But what convinced me was your money back guarantee Now I'm stronger than Alex (Where is he now?) He's left in disgrace (Oh yeah?) `Cos I took back my girlfriend (Ha, ha, ha, ha) And kicked sand in his face (In his eyes, in his ears, in his nose) Dynamic Tension waiting for you Dynamic Tension make a man out of you Dynamic Tension, Dynamic Tension Dynamic Tension, Dynamic Tension @SONG: Donna Oh Donna You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You made stand up Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna You make me break up You make me break down, Donna Break down, Donna Break down You make me break up Meanwhile waiting by the telephone Donna is waiting for the phone to ring "Hello, darling Yes I love you darling Yes I love you" Oh Donna You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You make stand up Donna I'd stand on my head for you Oh my love, my own one Oh my love, my own one Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Donna I love you @SONG: The Dean and I Hum drum days And a hum drum ways Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom It was no infatuation But a gradual graduation From a boy to a man Let me tell you while I can The soda pop came free Hey Sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound Now who would have guessed Milton's paradise lost could be found But in the eyes of the Dean, his daughter Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta But a man's gotta do What a man's gotta do The consequence should be Church bells, three swells The Dean, his daughter and me They were dating in the park They were smooching in the dark Of a doorway for two She whispered "I love you - Ooh, you know I never felt this way before Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart Has gone awol, awol, awol, awol" And then I kissed her And when I kissed her It's a wonderful world When you're rolling in kisses Now, the paint is peeling (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, and when the chips are down (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, you kinda lose all feeling (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, your head goes round and round (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Round and round and round and round and round I'm throwing myself off this train Hum drum days And a hum drum ways Hum drum days, he's got Hum drum ways, oh boy Hey, you know I'm really earning now My ship came in with a cargo of dollars My name's lit up on the prow It's a wonderful world When you're rolling in dollars Now! @SONG: Headline Hustler I got me a job on the local paper Everybody there thinks I'm nice But they'd better look twice `Cos it isn't me I wanna be Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker You keep writing me letters But I haven't got time I'm busy looking at photographs But they'd better not be from the BBC You're gonna hear from me Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker Better not turn around I'll stab you in the back And you don't know what I'm hiding Under my plastic mac, under my plastic mac I got a very good friend in the CIA And he says that he never takes bribes But he's telling lies `Cos he's into me He knows I wanna be Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker If your brother's wearing dresses And your neighbour's swapped his wife Well, I'm gonna make the headlines With your private life With your other wife Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker @SONG: Speed Kills One fine day I started writing home One finds It's so hard To make it It's gotta be the right time It's gotta be the right kind line It's gotta be the mainline It's gotta be It better be So let it be One fine day @SONG: Rubber Bullets I went to a party at the local county jail All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling in the street At the local dance at the local county jail Well the band were playing And the booze began to flow But the sound came over on the police car radio Down at Precinct 49 Having a tear-gas of a time Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal It's a shame these slugs ain't real But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death row That a fuse is gonna blow At the local hop at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Sergeant Baker started talkin' With a bullhorn in his hand He was cool, he was clear He was always in command He said "Blood will flow; Here Padre Padre you talk to your boys..." "Trust in me - God will come to set you free" Well we don't understand Why you called in the National Guard When Uncle Sam is the one Who belongs in the exercise yard We all got balls and brains But some's got balls and chains At the local dance at the local county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do @SONG: The Hospital Song Nobody sends me birthday cards Nobody brings me flowers I'm just here for operations I've been out for hours When I come to I'll wet my bed `Cos when I get mad I sink so low As matron knows I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me And when I go to that seedy ward Up in the sky You'll be waiting With a hypodermic needle And a graph Here comes the dark (I'm grateful for my anaesthetic) Out goes the spark (Delirious and apathetic) When I come to I'll wet my bed And when I get well I'll take revenge I'll wreak my wrath On all blood donors And their sisters Visiting time and flowers When sister brings that bedpan round I'll piss like April showers I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me And when I go I'll die of plaster casting love @SONG: Ships Don't Disappear in the Night (Do They?) Ships don't just disappear in the night Do they? People don't really die of fright Do they? We all know it just ain't so So don't be afraid when the table shakes Don't you Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes Don't you Start to pray they'll go away And then they can't do nothing to ya They can't do nothing to ya They just keep walking through ya Better be nice to Vincent Price Forces at work that we don't understand Are they? So don't get the shits if it touches your hand Don't you Poltergeists can be so nice Better be nice to Vincent Price What's that noise comin' up from the cellar? What's it? It's the restless bones of Boris and Bela Boris and Bela Don't go down, they're still around But then they can't do nothing to ya They can't do nothing to ya They just keep walking through ya And then they can't do nothin' to ya They can't do nothin' to ya They just keep walkin' through ya @SONG: Fresh Air For My Mama So say one and so say all Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at all You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive So say one and so say all Be what you gotta be Or don't be nothing at all Be gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood The change is going to do her good Next to me you look bad `Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma But the drop is shear When you break away Take me away It's just about time to hit the road And say You gotta believe in something It's easy to see My God is fading away So pick up your bible and pray for me We're all alone in the darkness But our eyes are wide open We don't see nothing And our hands are tied To the railings of the Bowery And the humid city slickers So say one and so say all We had a lot to say And we said it all The cost of living in dreams Is rising like a crime wave The American way of dying And it gets you every time And it looks like it's got to my momma My momma May she rest in peace *********************************************************************** Transcribed by TJ Thurston 1/31/95 capnbizr@interaccess.com Administrator of Minestrone: The 10cc/Godley & Creme mailing list