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ALICE COOPER  
Eighteen
School's Out
Elected
Hello Hooray
No More Mr. Nice Guy
Billion Dollar Babies
Teenage Lament '74
Only Women Bleed
Welcome To My Nightmare
Poison


high.pos. chart entry
US 18 2/71
GB -
D -

Eighteen
(A. Cooper/M. Bruce/N. Smith/D. Dunaway/G. Buxton)

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen, I just don't know what I want
Eighteen, I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah

I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm

Eighteen, I get confused every day
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I gotta get away

Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it, oh I like it, love it, like it, love it
Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen!
Eighteen and I like it

from Love It To Death (1971)


high.pos. chart entry
US 7 6/72
GB 1 7/72
D 4 7/72

School's Out
(A. Cooper/M. Bruce)

Well we got no choice, all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya, can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya, that's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils, no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well we got no class and we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
My school's been blown to pieces

No more pencils, no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer, out till fall
We might not come back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

from School's Out (1972)


high.pos. chart entry
US 16 9/72
GB 3 10/72
D 3 11/72

Elected
(A. Cooper/M. Bruce/N. Smith/D. Dunaway/G. Buxton)

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I need to do the dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
Kids want a savior and don't need a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected
Elected, elected, oh yeah, respected, yeah, elected

Flash! Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea
Your candidate is taking the country by storm

I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I helped ya get the vote and I told you 'bout school
I wanna be elected
Elected, elected, hallelujah, I wanna be selected

I believe in the United States of America!

We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm
We're gonna be elected
You and me together, the young and strong
We're gonna be elected
Elected, elected, respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected

And if I am elected, I promise the formation of a new party
A third party, the Wild Party!
I know we have problems
We got problems right here in Central City
We have problems on the North, South, East and West
New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles
Detroit, Chicago, everybody has problems
And personally, I don't care!

from Billion Dollar Babies (1973)


high.pos. chart entry
US 26 2/73
GB 4 2/73
D 17 2/73

Hello Hooray
(Rolf Kempf)

Hello! Hooray! Let the show begin
I've been ready
Hello! Hooray! Let the lights grow dim
I've been ready

Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream
Loving every second, ev'ry moment, ev'ry scream
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come
Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one

Roll out! Roll out with your American dream and its recruits
I've been ready
Roll out! Roll out with your circus freaks and hula hoops
I've been ready

Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream
Loving every second, ev'ry moment, ev'ry scream
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come
Oh - I've been thinking so long I was the only one

An' I can stand here strong and thin
An' I can laugh when this thing begins

God, I feel so strong, I feel so strong
I'm so strong, I feel so strong, I feel so strong, so strong
God, I feel strong, I am so strong, so strong
I feel so strong, I feel so strong, I feel so strong
I feel so strong, I feel so strong
Feel so strong, feel so strong ....

title on some record sleeves (mis)spelled 'Hello Hurray'
from Billion Dollar Babies (1973)


high.pos. chart entry
US 19 4/73
GB 9 4/73
D 10 5/73

No More Mr. Nice Guy
(M. Bruce/A. Cooper)

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean

No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm, I'm gettin' mean

No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today, my cat clawed my eyes
My Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito when everybody rose
The Rev'rend Smithe, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose, he said

No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
He said you're sick, you're obsce-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ene!

from Billion Dollar Babies (1973)


high.pos. chart entry
US 67 8/73
D 30 9/73
GB -

Billion Dollar Babies
(A. Cooper/M. Bruce/R. Reggie)

Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel
Grimy as an alley, loves me like no other lover
Billion dollar baby
Rubber little monster, baby I adore you
Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared
Your little head will come off in my hands - oooow!

Billion dollar baby
I got you in the dimestore, no other little girl
Could ever hold you any tighter, any tighter than me, baby
Billion dollar baby
Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe
Foaming like a dog that's been infected by the rabies

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared
Your little head will come off in my hands

Million dollar baby, yeah, billion dollar baby
Trillion dollar baby, zillion dollar baby
Million dollar baby ....

feat. 'Donovan' [2nd lead vocals]
from Billion Dollar Babies (1973)


high.pos. chart entry
US 37 12/73
GB 17 1/74
D 43 2/74

Teenage Lament '74
(Alice Cooper/Neil Smith)

What a drag it is these gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way to get through your teens
Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in
I looked like a rooster that was drowned and raised again

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna leave today

I ran into my room and I fell down on my knees
Well, I thought that fifteen was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar to blast away the clouds
But somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down"

What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna cry all day

And I know trouble is brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stained blonde hair, oh, oh, oh

What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today

But even I don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do - no!

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
Well, I'm gonna leave today

What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day

What are you gonna do gonna do gonna do
What are you gonna do gonna do gonna do
What are you gonna do gonna do gonna do
What are you gonna do gonna do gonna do ....
(Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)

from Muscle of Love (1973)

high.pos. chart entry
US 9 4/75
GB -
D -

Only Women Bleed
(Alice Cooper/Dick Wagner)

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He got the power - oh, she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray, he's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you, you know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime, clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees
Begging me please come watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

from Welcome to My Nightmare (1975)


high.pos. chart entry
US 37 10/75
GB -
D -

Welcome To My Nightmare
(Alice Cooper/Dick Wagner)

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel like you belong
A nocturnal vacation
Unnecessary sedation
You want to feel at home 'cause you belong

Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown
I hope I didn't scare you
That's just the way we are when we come down
We sweat and laugh and scream here
'Cuz life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my breakdown - whoa
You're welcome to my nightmare - yeah

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel that you belong
We sweat laugh and scream here
'Cuz life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown - yeah

from Welcome to My Nightmare (1975)


high.pos. chart entry
GB 2 7/89
US 7 10/89
D ?

Poison
(Alice Cooper/Desmond Child/John McCury)

Your cruel device, your blood like ice
One look could kill my pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch - don't touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wont to kiss you but I want it too much - too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins, you're poison
I don't want to break these chains

Your mouth, so hot, your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet, black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins - and pins
I wont to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin - deep in
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins, you're poison
I don't want to break these chains - poison

One look could kill my pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch - don't touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wont to kiss you but I want it too much - too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins, you're poison
I don't want to break these chains - poison

I want to love you but I better not touch - don't touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wont to kiss you but I want it too much - too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

I don't wanna break these chains - poison
Runnin' deep inside my veins, burning deep inside my veins - poison
I don't wanna break these chains - poison

 


                              

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