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AB-CD - The Rock'n'Roll Devil

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AB-CD'1992

The Rock'n'Roll DevilRelease by: RCA

AB-CD - The Rock'n'Roll Devil
The length can be different in the booklet, in the player and on the different disks.
1. Jackpot-Bingo

(03:21)

2. The Rock'n'Roll Devil

(04:12)

3. Bengus' Bomb (Faster Than Yngwie!)

(00:41)

4. Your Name on My Bullet

(03:08)

5. Love-Doll

(03:08)

6. Booze Blues

(05:13)

7. Harley-Davidson

(03:25)

8. Party Time

(03:24)

9. Bengus' Starlicks

(00:16)

10. Killershark

(04:17)

11. The Masterplan

(03:52)

12. Devils Dinner

(04:32)

13. Have You Got the Guts?

(04:37)



 
Jackpot-Bingo
Jackpot- bingo
(Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey)
Jackpot-bingo
(Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey)

You started gambling as a baby
Never knew when to stop
Your dollars slippin' through your fingers

But you think you're goin' to the top
Yeah, you'd do anything for money
Could even be a prostitute
When someone temps you with a pokergame
You say, shoot man shoot

You're rollin' for the jackpot - bingo!
You do anything to be an millionaire
You're rollin' for the jackpot - bingo!
You do anything to be a zillionaire

You got a 40 dollar hair-doo
You got a smooth and sneaky smile
Someone smarter than a goldfish
Can see you comin' for a mile

You said your yacht was a deduction
You haven't paid your tax in years
You better bargain for reduction
'Cause jail is full of hairy queers!

Chorus

repeat

(Hey-hey-hey-hey)

solo

Millionaire - zillionaire
Millionaire - zillionaire

Chorus

Fire! (boooooooom)
 
 
The Rock'n'Roll Devil
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, he's comin' back...

Guess who just came up here all the way from hell
Down from the glow and the terrible smell
He's heard the rumours, (here's a competition
He wants to win so well

Come here with speakers, come here with amps
If you put it all together, 10 000 decibels
There's no way to beat him
His fingers are too fast
Hendrix tried to beat him
Poor Jimi came in last

Come on Yngwie
Come on Ritchie Blackmore if you dare
Eddie van Halen's just a big joke
He's really nothin' to compare

'Cause he's the
Rock'n'Roll devil - with the guitar bite
Rock'n'Roll devil, and he's high as a kite
He's playin' the blues, drinkin' the booze
Who plays the loudest level?
The Rock'n'Roll devil!!

Come here and try him you masters of the fast
Noone can beat him, noone in the cast
Their marshalls goes to 10
But his goes to 12
Daddy Lucifer made them in hell

You better practise and fight for your fans
But your speedy fingers won't stand a chance
You oughta face it and smash your guitar
With him as a competitor you won't be a star

Come on Yngwie
Come on Ritchie Mlackmore you will fail
Steve Vai is so much slower
That you can take him for a snail

Chorus
 
solo

He's so fuckin' loud. He's blowin' your ears off!
Fire! (boooooooooooom)
 
 
Bengus' Bomb (Faster Than Yngwie!)
(Frenzied crowd shoutin' for the guitar hero)
Bengus! Bengus! Bengus! Bengus! Bengus!
(fast guitar, speedy fingers)
(Booooooooomb!!!)
Wow!!!
You better practise Yngwie!!!
 
 
Your Name on My Bullet
I'm Mr. Fast and I'm the greatest in the west
Criminals fear me 'cause they know that I'm the best
When I need money I just take a look around
I find a wanted-poster
And I'll go and hunt him down

My wallet's empty
I can smell you miles away
Dead or alive
I'll make you mine all mine

Sha-la-la-la, got your name on my bullet
Sha-la-la-la, there's a price on your head
Sha-la-la-la, you're my 10 000 dollars
Sha-la-la-la, quick draw and you're dead

You bloody bastard, you've committed every crime
Don't need no dollars, I can shoot you for a dime
Don't run for cover, there's no use for you to run
I'll always find you and shoot you with my gun

My wallet's empty
I can smell you miles away
Dead or alive
I'll make you mine all mine

Chorus

solo

Chorus

Dead, dead, I'm gonna fill you with led
Dead, dead, I'm gonna fill you with led

(Gunfight) (horse)

Fire! (boooooooooom)
 
 
Love-Doll
(Burp?)

Yeah, yeah!
Aaaaaah yeah!

I was so tired of using my right hand
All you lonely boys, you do understand
Well I had a desire, you know what I mean
Well I found her in the paper, the girl of my dreams

She's so fantastic, she don't fool around
Doesn't even make a sound

My love doll - my love doll
Plastic one with a hole in the middle
My love doll - my love doll
Plastic one with a hole in the middle

You say a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do
Well I'm a man I gotta do my thing too
Maybe bending over is a thing of the past
But every man's the same from the first to the last

She's so fantastic, always willin' to please
With a money-back guarantee

Chorus

repeat

She's got a love hole, yeah!

solo

No, no, no wait a minute!
Ahouh, arrgh, ahouh, arrgh!!!

Chorus

She's a cute little doll with a hole in the middle -
And she don't fool around, no!
Fire!!! (boooooom!!!)
 
 
Booze Blues
He started with whiskey
Continued with wine
He ordered tequila
Behaved like a swine
Went over to brandy, and sipped on the gin
He ordered some vodka, and said - water's a sin

He's got troubles up to his neck
He's always gonna loose
But he's got the booze
Yeah, he s got the booze

He's got the booze blues
He's got troubles and feelin' down
He's got the booze blues
And he's tryin' to make em drown
He's got the booze blues
You could tell him that he should be straight
He's got the booze blues
And it's you that he's gonna hate
He's got the booze, booze, booze, booze
Booze, booze, booze
He's got the booze blues

He wanted a lady
Wanted to be a star
He prayed for success and fame
And a big fancy car
But where is that lady
And where is that car
Ran out of a bottle
At the end of a bar

Now he's in trouble all the time
And he doesn't make a dime
But he's got the booze
Yeah, he s got the booze

Chorus

solo

(Quiet chorus at the pub)

(Loud chorus)

(Booooooooom)
 
 
Harley-Davidson
The tour is over and I'm goin' home
Home to my baby, the bike of my own
So good to feel her, so nice and so clean
Hard to believe it, she's just like a dream

We're drivin' out to the contryside
Buy a sixpack we've got the time
I'm gonna tell my girl to move
'Cause I've got real love to prove

Anytime I wanna, everytime I can
I'll escape on my Harley-Davidson
Anytime I wanna, everytime I can
I'll escape on the highway

Gonna get married as soon as we can
When I tell the church, the shit hits the fan
I'm gonna buy her all the gas she needs
Fill her up with love, burning on the wheels

We're drivin' out to the countryside
Makin' love in the morning light
Don't have to pray for her to stay
'Cause I've got my bike anyway

Chorus

solo

Chorus

Fire! (plop)

(Powerful ending)
 
 
Party Time
My woman is gone and I'm dancin' on the table
Gotta tell my friends that they should come
All of my mates, they're willin' and able
We're gettin' in to the party zone

They understand me and they know what I need
I've got my brain to please
We need some music, no discofunk
So come on pals
Come over, get drunk

This means, party time
I want it all the time
Me and my party pals
We're gonna party 'til we die

(Yeah, we're gonna get some bad livers)

I've got plenty of booze but it's never enough
Gonna tell 'em to bring all of their stuff
We need some women with big, big tits
Tired of my wife, I need some new tips

Bridge

Chorus

Yeah, we're gonna party
We're gonna party 'til we die

solo

Bridge

Chorus

Alright, fire! (booooooooom)
 
 
Bengus' Starlicks
Normal speed!
(O' boy, he's fast)
Slow motion!
(Listen carefully)
- Watch out, Steve Vai!!!
 
 
Killershark
Dodododododododaa
Arrghh!

There is nothin' you can do
'Cause he has found a trace of your smell
As you started swimmin' you rang his dinnerbell

You can feel those eyes are watchin' you
You better swim to save your life
He doesn't wanna know you better
No he will cut you like a knife

A killershark - a monstershark
Swim to live, swim to save your life
A killershark - a murdershark
Close behind your back, the executionshark

You're like a big Mac
He wants to eat your flesh and bone
You're like his French fries, cheeseburger,
Chicken Mcnuggets, he likes to eat at home

There's no McDonald's in the sea
You better swim to save your dick
He doesn't wanna talk it over
He'll spit you out, you fuckin' prick

Chorus

You better start swimmin' fuckface!!!

Solo

Faster! Faster! Start swimmin'!!
Killershark-monstershark
Killershark-murdershark

Aaaah, he's biting off your legs
And he's tearing your body apart
When he has eaten you up he'll just swim away-
And cut a fart

A courtesy, a burp, 'cause he thought-
You tasted good, just like a hit!
Don't think they're ever gonna find you
You're just another pile of shark-shit, of shark-shit!

Chorus

Fuckface, start swimmin'! You're gonna die!!!

Fire!!! (booooooom)
 
 
The Masterplan
Well I've given her silver and I've given her gold
Given her everything that I ever owned
But she's so hard to get
Yeah, she's so hard to get

Yeah I gave her my money and I gave her my time
Gave her my wallet, my whole bank account
Now tell me honey, what else can I do
I want you baby, get closer to you

I know, I've got the masterplan
Gonna pull down my pants and show her I'm a man
I know, I've got the masterplan
Gonna pull down my pants and show her I'm a man

Ah, I'm a man

Well I could give away my grandma, cut off my arms
Pull out my eye-balls wouldn't do me no harm
But she's so hard to get

Yeah, she's so hard to get

Yeah you could take me for a looser
But I want her so bad
Her lips and ass and legs is drivin' me mad

Now tell me honey, what else can I do
I want you baby, get closer to you

Chorus

repeat

I'm gonna show her I'm a man

solo

bridge

Chorus

(Booooooooom!!!)
 
 
Devils Dinner
You've been a killer, you've been a snake
Been like an asshole to your mates
Murdered your parents, burned down your school
Tortured all the teachers will blunt and dirty tools

Once you had a friendly nice little frog
But you poisoned it, cut it up and gave it to your dog
The time has come now, for you to pay
Don't you try to struggle, there is nothin' you can say

Alright, now you see what you've become
Okey, alright

You're devils dinner - you're Satans food
He's the winner - and you're gonna loose
Devils dinner - your brain's the desert
You're the sinner - and you get what you deserve

You've been a sinner all of your life
You killed your grandma with a dull and rusty knife
Strangled your sister, blew up her cat

You snot your brother and craped in your grandpas hat
Once you had a green and orange talking parrot
But you took his wings, chopped them off and
Said his name was carrot

The time has come now, you must die
Don't you try to struggle
Don't you try to lie

Alright, now you see what you've become
Okey, alright

Chorus

solo

bridge

You're devils dinner. You're such a looser

Chorus

(Booooom) aahhoouuuuhhh!
 
 
Have You Got the Guts?
You've been complaining 'bout me that I -
Always read the news
You've been complaining 'bout me that I -
Always drink the booze
You keep complaining 'bout me that you're -
Never satisfied
That's just the way that it is 'cause I'm -
A touring guy

Wished that I go to hell
Wished that I was dead

Have you got the guts, are you tough enough honey
Stab me with a knife to take my life
Have you got the guts, are you tough enough baby
Ain't got your heart on the line
Have you got the guts, are you tough enough honey
Slab me with a knife, take my life
Have you got the guts, are you tough enough cokie
Ain't got your heart on the line

You've been complaining bout me -
I never get it up
You've been complaining bout me -
You have to get on top
You've been complaining that I -
Never concentrate
But all I do on the road is -
Drink and masturbate

Wished that I go to hell
Wished that I was dead

Chorus

solo

bridge

Chorus

(Booooooooom)

(Toilet flush, applause - oken! Ah uh! Fart, laughs)
 
Lineup:
Mats Leven (Mats Levén) - vocal
Bengt Ljungberger - guitar
Bjorn Pahlsson - guitar
Jim Gustavsson - bass guitar
Nicco Wallin - drums

Guests:
 
The lyrics were typed by FaST.

Produced by AB/CD.



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