Get up
Get right up
Get it up
Up in the sky
White knuckles and blank staring faces
Get a leg up head for them spaces

Panic
And confusion
Electric voices
Creating morbid delusions
White knuckles and blank staring faces
Get a leg up head for them spaces

Ten thousand
Astral explorers
Head for the lights
Ace cosmic tours
Caught up in slow races
Motionless jets in turbulent spaces

Smooth blue sky
Feeling high
Turn back the page
Peaceful as a bygone age
Chariot to the sun
Safe as a gun
Get in to Duluth

I've got it
Now I'm learning
A million souls
Helplessly returning
To blue dawn before the beginning
Ancient bells are ringing

Fat spender you're a money lender
Message sender you're a mind bender
Oh you worry me

Money you got it hot dawg

I made my mind up to go for the kill
I'm gonna fight with you, gonna climb your hill
Oh you dragged me down

Money you got it I got none why's that

Pound for pound
You beat a snake in the grass
A cross-eyed toad a thieving rogue
And they don't move as fast
Pound by pound
You stowed the money away
You're greasy palm was seen to stray

Oh money lender what you got to say
Hey money lender tried to take my life away

Money you got it hot dawg

Turning like a stag trying to survive
How do you know if I'm dead or alive
Asking you for once are you surprised
I've had enough of your lies
I've been patronised, victimised
I've been treated unkind
Can it be that I trusted you brother of mine

Hey money lender I aint gonna surrender
Hey people arranger can you feel the danger
Oh you dirty dog

Money it's evil hand it over

Hey money lender you're a ticket vendor
One black suspender for a hot dog
It's getting hard to remember who are you

Sweet child
In time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
Good and bad
See the blind man
Shooting at the world
Bullets flying
Taking toll
If you've been bad
And I bet that you have
And you've not been hit
By flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

Fly into the rising sun,
Faces, smiling everyone
Yeah, she is a whole new tradition
I feel it in my heart

My woman from Tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from Tokyo
She's so good to me

Talk about her like a Queen
Dancing in a Eastern Dream
Yeah, she makes me feel like a river
That carries me away

My woman from Tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from Tokyo
She's so good to me

But I'm at home and I just don't belong ...

So far away from the garden we love
She is what moves in the soul of a dove
Soon I shall see just how black was my night
When we're alone in Her City of light

Rising from the neon gloom
Shining like a crazy moon
Yeah, she turns me on like a fire
I get high

My woman from Tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from Tokyo
She's so good to me

I like a Studebaker widowmaker
Sitting on the highway crown
When it's early in the morning
I can put my foot right down
And if the wheels keep spinning
Baby I'll be winning
I'll be really alive
When the drive's beginning

I've got a Buick that can do it
With a wide seat in the rear
With a woman on my arm
And a cold six pack of beer
And if the wheels keep turning
I'll be yearning
I'll be bombing away
With the back tyres burning

I'm twin exhausted see
My second wife is tired of me
But when she gets off my back
I'll be back to the track
Wheeling free

Barracuda you are ruder than
A long legged bitch I know
With my hands on your stick
I can feel your body letting go
And I'm always dreaming
About the back tyres screaming
Down with the toes and away she goes