| Song | Rebel Yell |
| Artist | Duncan Townsend |
| Album | Rebel Yell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door | |
| Last night my little angel came pumpin’ on the floor | |
| She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
| And if it expires, pray help from above | |
| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more,more | |
| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
| In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
| With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more | |
| She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg | |
| But when I’m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
| What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
| What set you free, I need you here by me | |
| He lives in his own heaven | |
| Collects it to go from the 7-11 | |
| Well, he’s out all night to collect a fare | |
| Just so long, just so long it don’t mess up his hair | |
| I walked the walls for you babe | |
| A thousand miles for you | |
| I dried your tears of pain | |
| 666 times for you | |
| I’d sell my soul for you, babe | |
| For money to burn for you | |
| I’d give you all and have none, babe | |
| Just-a just-a just-a just-a to have you here by me |
| Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door | |
| Last night my little angel came pumpin' on the floor | |
| She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
| And if it expires, pray help from above | |
| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more | |
| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
| In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
| With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more | |
| She don' t like slavery, she won' t sit and beg | |
| But when I' m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
| What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
| What set you free, I need you here by me | |
| He lives in his own heaven | |
| Collects it to go from the 711 | |
| Well, he' s out all night to collect a fare | |
| Just so long, just so long it don' t mess up his hair | |
| I walked the walls for you babe | |
| A thousand miles for you | |
| I dried your tears of pain | |
| 666 times for you | |
| I' d sell my soul for you, babe | |
| For money to burn for you | |
| I' d give you all and have none, babe | |
| Justa justa justa justa to have you here by me |
| Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door | |
| Last night my little angel came pumpin' on the floor | |
| She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
| And if it expires, pray help from above | |
| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more | |
| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
| In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
| With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more | |
| She don' t like slavery, she won' t sit and beg | |
| But when I' m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
| What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
| What set you free, I need you here by me | |
| He lives in his own heaven | |
| Collects it to go from the 711 | |
| Well, he' s out all night to collect a fare | |
| Just so long, just so long it don' t mess up his hair | |
| I walked the walls for you babe | |
| A thousand miles for you | |
| I dried your tears of pain | |
| 666 times for you | |
| I' d sell my soul for you, babe | |
| For money to burn for you | |
| I' d give you all and have none, babe | |
| Justa justa justa justa to have you here by me |