The telephone is ringing
You've got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
'Cause when you call me on the telephone, sayin'
Take me to the show
And then I said, "Honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home"
Telephone is ringing
You've got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Got you, under my wheels, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels
Telephone is ringing
You've got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be? Yeah
I got you under my wheels, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels wheels
Got you, got you, got you
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha
Under my wheels
Got you under my wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels
Alice Cooper - Killer Album Lyrics
Alice Cooper - Killer Lyrics
Writer: Michael Bruce, Dennis Dunaway, Bob Ezrin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Be My Lover
She struts into the room well I don't know her but with a magnifying glance I just sort of looked her over hmm
We had a drink or two well maybe three and then suddenly she starts telling me her life story
She says baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own
Told her that I came from Detroit city and I played guitar in a long haired rock and roll band
She asked me why the singer's name was Alice I said listen baby you really wouldn't understand
And I said baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own on my own
Oh baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own oh
We had a drink or two well maybe three and then suddenly she starts telling me her life story
She says baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own
Told her that I came from Detroit city and I played guitar in a long haired rock and roll band
She asked me why the singer's name was Alice I said listen baby you really wouldn't understand
And I said baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own on my own
Oh baby if you wanna be my lover you better take me home
'cause it's a long long way to paradise and I'm still on my own oh
Writer: MICHAEL BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Halo Of Flies
I got the answers to all of your questions if you've got the money to pay me in gold
I will be living in old Monte Carlo and you will be reading the secrets of soul
Daggers and contacts and bright shiny limos I've got a watch that turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns poisonous as cobras silencer under the heel of my shoe
The elegance of China they sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me she'd rather shoot me in my tracks
And while a middle Asian lady she really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her and I will smash halo of flies
I crossed the ocean where no one could see and I put a time bomb in your submarine
Goodbye to old friends the secret's in hand with full need of papers and counterfeit plans
You never will understand
I will be living in old Monte Carlo and you will be reading the secrets of soul
Daggers and contacts and bright shiny limos I've got a watch that turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns poisonous as cobras silencer under the heel of my shoe
The elegance of China they sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me she'd rather shoot me in my tracks
And while a middle Asian lady she really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her and I will smash halo of flies
I crossed the ocean where no one could see and I put a time bomb in your submarine
Goodbye to old friends the secret's in hand with full need of papers and counterfeit plans
You never will understand
Writer: MICHAEL BRUCE, NEAL SMITH, GLEN BUXTON, DENNIS DUNAWAY, ALICE COOPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Desperado
I'm a gambler and I'm a runner but you knew that when you layed down
I'm a picture of ugly stories I'm a killer and I'm a clown
Step into the street by sundown step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace and I wear black leather my hands are lightning upon my gun
My shots are clean and my my shots are final my shots are deadly and when it's done
You're as stiff as my smoking barrel you're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch and I'm a legend you're at peace and I must hide
Tell me where the hell I'm going let my bones fall in the dust
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling as my colt begins to rust in the dust
I'm a killer I'm a clown I'm a priest that's gone to town
I'm a picture of ugly stories I'm a killer and I'm a clown
Step into the street by sundown step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace and I wear black leather my hands are lightning upon my gun
My shots are clean and my my shots are final my shots are deadly and when it's done
You're as stiff as my smoking barrel you're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch and I'm a legend you're at peace and I must hide
Tell me where the hell I'm going let my bones fall in the dust
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling as my colt begins to rust in the dust
I'm a killer I'm a clown I'm a priest that's gone to town
Writer: ALICE COOPER, MICHAEL BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
You Drive Me Nervous
Yeah you seem so civilized your mama's tryin' to run your life
Your daddy's tryin' to pick your wife oh no
Yeah you run around with all that hair they just don't like those rags you wear
You say I'm gonna pack up my stuff I'm gonna run away
And then she said you drive me nervous nervous and then I said
You drive me nervous nervous nervous oh nervous nervous nervous nervous whoa whoa oh aah
You're out of state you're thrown in jail you ain't got the bread to pay the bail
Your mom and papa come up and said honey where did we fail
And then you scream you drive me nervous nervous and then I screamed
You drive me nervous nervous nervous oh nervous nervous nervous nervous whoa whoa oh
You drive me n n n nervous n n n nervous you drive me nervous whoa
Your daddy's tryin' to pick your wife oh no
Yeah you run around with all that hair they just don't like those rags you wear
You say I'm gonna pack up my stuff I'm gonna run away
And then she said you drive me nervous nervous and then I said
You drive me nervous nervous nervous oh nervous nervous nervous nervous whoa whoa oh aah
You're out of state you're thrown in jail you ain't got the bread to pay the bail
Your mom and papa come up and said honey where did we fail
And then you scream you drive me nervous nervous and then I screamed
You drive me nervous nervous nervous oh nervous nervous nervous nervous whoa whoa oh
You drive me n n n nervous n n n nervous you drive me nervous whoa
Writer: MICHAEL BRUCE, BOB EZRIN, ALICE COOPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Yeah Yeah Yeah
You can be my slave and I'll be a stranger we could be in passion we could be in danger
Take you off the street put you under my wings yeah you could pull my leg or anything
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
You could be the devil you could be the saviour well I really can't tell by the way of your behavior
I'll take you off the boat put you under my wings yeah you could pull my leg or anything
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
I don't know what you're playin' don't even know what you're sayin'
You gotta leave me alone I'm gonna go on home
Ah the things are gettin' tougher yeah the things are gettin' rougher
This is Alice speakin' suffer yeah yeah yeah yeah
You could be the devil you could be the saviour well I really can't tell by the way of your behavior
Take you off the street put you under my wings yeah
You could pull my leg or anything yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Take you off the street put you under my wings yeah you could pull my leg or anything
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
You could be the devil you could be the saviour well I really can't tell by the way of your behavior
I'll take you off the boat put you under my wings yeah you could pull my leg or anything
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
I don't know what you're playin' don't even know what you're sayin'
You gotta leave me alone I'm gonna go on home
Ah the things are gettin' tougher yeah the things are gettin' rougher
This is Alice speakin' suffer yeah yeah yeah yeah
You could be the devil you could be the saviour well I really can't tell by the way of your behavior
Take you off the street put you under my wings yeah
You could pull my leg or anything yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Writer: MICHAEL BRUCE, ALICE COOPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Dead Babies
Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear, hear her little baby call
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Goodbye little Betty
Goodbye little Betty
So long little Betty
So long little Betty
Betty, so long
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Goodbye little Betty
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear, hear her little baby call
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Goodbye little Betty
Goodbye little Betty
So long little Betty
So long little Betty
Betty, so long
Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la
Goodbye little Betty
Writer: ALICE COOPER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Killer
What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
I came into this life
Looked all around
I saw just what I liked
And took what I found
Nothing came easy
Nothing came free
Nothing came all until they
Came after me
Yeah-hey, yeah
(What did I do to deserve such a fate?)
(I gave it everything)
(Now I need to escape)
(Someone near me, calling my name)
(I gave it everything)
(I gave it everything - sigh)
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
Miles and miles...
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
I came into this life
Looked all around
I saw just what I liked
And took what I found
Nothing came easy
Nothing came free
Nothing came all until they
Came after me
Yeah-hey, yeah
(What did I do to deserve such a fate?)
(I gave it everything)
(Now I need to escape)
(Someone near me, calling my name)
(I gave it everything)
(I gave it everything - sigh)
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
Miles and miles...
Writer: MICHAEL BRUCE, DENNIS DUNAWAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Killer is the fourth studio album by American rock band Alice Cooper, released in November 1971 by Warner Bros. Records. The album peaked at No. 21 on the Billboard 200 album chart, and the two singles "Under My Wheels" and "Be My Lover" made the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
Performed By:
Alice CooperGenre(s): Hard rock, glam rock, garage rock
Producer(s): Bob Ezrin
Released: November 27th, 1971
Year: 1971