All In The Name Of Rock 'n' Roll Lyrics
| Song | All In The Name Of Rock 'n' Roll |
| Artist | Rod Stewart |
| Album | Atlantic Crossing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| Lyrics：Rod Stewart Music：Rod Stewart | |
| Went downtown on the two fourtynine, | |
| play'n for recognition of the New York town. | |
| See, me and the boys got a rock 'n' roll band; | |
| they were so damn good, gonna lift up the man. | |
| Well, we got ups, we got downs, | |
| we got just so high till the sun goes down. | |
| Got the ego, can be abused; | |
| I got my two-toned shoes, | |
| and I can sing the blues. | |
| Look out, kids, it's the F B I; | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| New York town is a meanass town, | |
| we got a thousand bands singin' underground. | |
| Way down in New Orleans it's the same old thing; | |
| emotion'l music a merry old thing. | |
| Old King Soul, he final'y gave us a jolt; | |
| he played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four. | |
| He played upside down, he played inside out; | |
| then a uniform band he was thrown into jail. | |
| Look out, kids, it's the F B I; | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Gettin' hungry I know little woman, | |
| can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked. | |
| I'm so high, I can't believe it; | |
| hotel dogs are knockin' on my door. | |
| Two night of singin' nearly out on the end, | |
| left the two parts red, oh what a square. | |
| As soon as the man, there's no sweeter song, | |
| listen, Mc Cartney, we're the band on the run. | |
| Look out, kids, it's the F B I; | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Oh yeah |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| Lyrics: Rod Stewart Music: Rod Stewart | |
| Went downtown on the two fourtynine, | |
| play' n for recognition of the New York town. | |
| See, me and the boys got a rock ' n' roll band | |
| they were so damn good, gonna lift up the man. | |
| Well, we got ups, we got downs, | |
| we got just so high till the sun goes down. | |
| Got the ego, can be abused | |
| I got my twotoned shoes, | |
| and I can sing the blues. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| New York town is a meanass town, | |
| we got a thousand bands singin' underground. | |
| Way down in New Orleans it' s the same old thing | |
| emotion' l music a merry old thing. | |
| Old King Soul, he final' y gave us a jolt | |
| he played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four. | |
| He played upside down, he played inside out | |
| then a uniform band he was thrown into jail. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Gettin' hungry I know little woman, | |
| can' t get a smell ' cause my nose is blocked. | |
| I' m so high, I can' t believe it | |
| hotel dogs are knockin' on my door. | |
| Two night of singin' nearly out on the end, | |
| left the two parts red, oh what a square. | |
| As soon as the man, there' s no sweeter song, | |
| listen, Mc Cartney, we' re the band on the run. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Oh yeah |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| Lyrics: Rod Stewart Music: Rod Stewart | |
| Went downtown on the two fourtynine, | |
| play' n for recognition of the New York town. | |
| See, me and the boys got a rock ' n' roll band | |
| they were so damn good, gonna lift up the man. | |
| Well, we got ups, we got downs, | |
| we got just so high till the sun goes down. | |
| Got the ego, can be abused | |
| I got my twotoned shoes, | |
| and I can sing the blues. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| New York town is a meanass town, | |
| we got a thousand bands singin' underground. | |
| Way down in New Orleans it' s the same old thing | |
| emotion' l music a merry old thing. | |
| Old King Soul, he final' y gave us a jolt | |
| he played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four. | |
| He played upside down, he played inside out | |
| then a uniform band he was thrown into jail. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Gettin' hungry I know little woman, | |
| can' t get a smell ' cause my nose is blocked. | |
| I' m so high, I can' t believe it | |
| hotel dogs are knockin' on my door. | |
| Two night of singin' nearly out on the end, | |
| left the two parts red, oh what a square. | |
| As soon as the man, there' s no sweeter song, | |
| listen, Mc Cartney, we' re the band on the run. | |
| Look out, kids, it' s the F B I | |
| we got a problem, you keep me high. | |
| Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face | |
| and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place. | |
| Oh yeah |
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