| You went to Woodstock and all that trash, your generation is fading fast. |
Rod Stewart, |
Your Insane |
| Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up. |
Rod Stewart, |
Stay With Me |
| You can keep your Streisands. |
Rod Stewart, |
Fool For You |
| In a dark alley, a blood stained coat, he'll stick his long thing right down your throat. |
Rod Stewart, |
You're Insane |
| Even the President needs passion. |
Rod Stewart, |
Passion |
| In a year of re-election he was desperate to impress. |
Rod Stewart, |
Here To Eternity |
| A single girl for a single bed is my remedy. |
Rod Stewart, |
Attractive Female Wanted |
| I said hello unnoticed, you said good-bye too soon. |
Rod Stewart, |
You're In My Heart |
| I want to dance, I want her ass. Why is she ignoring me? |
Rod Stewart, |
She Won't Dance With Me |
| Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet? |
Rod Stewart, |
Move Me |
| I've been scratched and taxed and finally axed, but ain't love a bitch. |
Rod Stewart, |
Ain't Love A Bitch |
| I must really confess right here, the attraction was purely physical. |
Rod Stewart, |
You're In My Heart |
| Life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided. |
Rod Stewart, |
Young Turks |
| Optimism is my best defense. |
Rod Stewart, |
Baby Jane |
| Don't have much, but what I've got is yours, except of course my steel guitar. |
Rod Stewart, |
Mandolin Wind |
| Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand. |
Rod Stewart, |
Maggie May |
| Got a hard on, honey, that hurts like hell. |
Rod Stewart, |
She Won't Dance With Me |
| If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar let me know. |
Rod Stewart, |
Da Ya Think I'm Sexy? |
| You can love me tonight if you want, but in the morning make sure you're gone. |
Rod Stewart, |
Hot Legs |
| One neutron bomb in the morning may just ruin your whole morning. |
Rod Stewart, |
Ghetto Blaster |
| You're every love song ever written. |
Rod Stewart, |
You're In My Heart |
| I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school, or steal my Daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool. |
Rod Stewart, |
Maggie May |
| I'm gonna make love to you like fifteen men. |
Rod Stewart, |
Lost In You |
| I'm gonna rock you 'til your pussaaa's sore. |
Rod Stewart, |
Dirty Weekend |