Made In Japan Lyrics - The Complete Albums 1970-1976 - Deep Purple

A song called Highway Star, this one. 

Nobody gonna beat my car 

I'm gonna race it to the ground 

Nobody gonna beat my car 

It's gonna break the speed of sound 

Ooh, it's a killing machine 

It's got everything 

Like a driving power 

Big fat tyres and everything 

I love it and I need it, I feed it 

Yeah, it turns me on 

Alright, hold tight 

I'm a highway star, yeah 

Nobody gonna take my girl 

I'm gonna keep her to the end 

Nobody gonna take my girl 

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She stays close on every bend 

Ooh, she's a killing machine 

She got everything 

Like a moving mouth 

Body control and everything 

I love it, I need it, yeah 

Yeah, she turns me on 

Alright, hold tight 

I'm a highway star 

Nobody gonna take my head 

Now that I'm on the road again 

Nobody gonna take my head 

I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah 

Ooh, I'm in heaven again 

I got everything 

Like an open road 

All my friends and everything 

I love it and I need it, I feed it 

Yeah, it turns me on 

Alright, hold tight 

I'm a highway star 

Oh, my soul 

Nobody gonna take my car 

I'm gonna race it to the ground 

Nobody gonna take my car 

It's gonna break the speed of sound 

Ooh, it's a killing machine 

It's got everything 

Oh, a moving mouth 

Big fat tyres and everything 

I love it and I need it, I bleed it 

Yeah, it turns me on 

Alright, hold tight 

I'm a highway star 

I'm a highway star 

I'm a highway star 

Oh, yes I am, you mothers 

Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head. 

This is a song about... 

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line 

The line that's drawn between the good and the bad 

See the blind man, he's shooting at the world 

The bullets flying, they're taking toll 

If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have 

And you've not been hit by flying lead 

You've not been hit by flying lead 

You'd better close your eyes 

You'd better bow your head 

Wait for the ricochet 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

I'm cryin' for you day and night 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

A-a-ah, a-a-ah 

I want to hear you say 

A-a-ah, a-a-ah 

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line 

The line that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us 

See the blind man, shooting at the world 

The bullets flying, they're killing everyone 

If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have 

And you've not been hit by flying lead 

You've not been hit by flying lead 

You'd better close your eyes 

You'd better bow your head 

Wait for the ricochet 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

I want to be inside of you 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

A-a-ah, a-a-ah 

I gotta hear you sing 

A-a-ah, a-a-ah 

- You're only about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller 

than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... - Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The 

Water, this one. 

Alright, wooh 

We all came out to Montreux 

On the Lake Geneva shoreline 

To make records with a mobile 

We didn't have much time, no 

Frank Zappa and the Mothers 

Were at the best place around 

But some stupid with a flare gun 

Burned the place to the ground, now 

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky 

Smoke on the water 

But burning down 

You know 

They burned down the gambling house 

It died with an awful sound 

Funky Claude was running in and out 

He was pulling kids out of ground 

When it all was over 

We had to find another place 

Swiss time was running on 

It seemed that we would lose the race 

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky 

It was burning 

Smoke on the water 

Down to the ground, it was 

You know 

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 

A few red lights, a few old beds 

We made a place to sweat 

No matter what we get out of this 

I know, I know we'll never forget 

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky 

Smoke on the water 

Everywhere 

It was tumbling down 

Everybody was crying 

- Thank you. 

Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah? 

-(...everything louder than everything else.) 

- Yeah, can we have everything louder than everything else? Right. 

No one sees the things you do 

Because I stand in front of you 

But you drive me all the time 

You put evil in my mind 

I used to sing and say my prayers 

Live my life without a care 

Now I have become a fool 

'Cause I listen to the mule 

How can I change when my mind 

Is a friend of a Lucifer hid in the ground 

Just another slave for the mule 

(...???..., yeah) 

- Ian Paice on drums, yes. 

Alright 

There once was a woman 

A strange kind of woman 

The kind that gets written down in history 

Her name was Nancy 

Her face was nothing fancy 

She left a trail of happiness and misery 

I loved her 

Everybody loved her 

She loved everyone and gave them good return 

I tried to take her 

I even tried to break her 

She said, I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

I spent my money as I took my turn 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have 

She looked like a raver 

But I could never please her 

On Wednesday mornings boy you can't go far 

I couldn't get her 

But things got better, she said 

Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my star 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

I spent my money as I took my turn 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman 

Ooh, my soul, I love you 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

I spent my money as I took my turn 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have 

She finally said she loved me 

I wed her in a hurry 

No more callers and I glow with pride 

I'm dreaming 

I feel like screaming 

I won my woman just before she died 

I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you 

I spent my money as I took my turn 

I want you, I need you, ha ha ha 

Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah 

She was so fat 

She was the worst thing you've ever seen 

Ooh, my soul, I love you, baby 

- Hey, thank you, thank you. 

Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and it's a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy. 

You're lazy, stay in bed 

You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed 

Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up 

If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw 

If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw 

You don't want to live, don't want to cry no more, no 

My trying ain't done no good 

I said, my trying ain't done no good 

You don't make no effort, no not like you should 

Lazy, stay in bed 

Lazy, lazy 

Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh 

- Yeah. 

- Come on, everybody, clap your hands. 

Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus 

We always had a ball on Mars 

We're meeting all the groovy people 

We've rocked the Milky Way so far 

We're dancing 'round the Borealis 

We're space truckin' round the the stars 

Come on, come on, come on 

Let's go Space truckin' 

Come on, come on, come on 

Remember when we did the moonshot 

And Pony Trekker led the way 

We moved to the Canaveral moonstomp 

Every naut would dance and sway 

We got music in our solar system 

We're space truckin' every day 

Come on, come on, come on 

Let's go space truckin' 

Come on, come on, come on 

The fireball that rode was moving 

But now we've got a new machine 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak said 

Man those cats can really swing 

They got music in the solar system 

Rock around the Milky Way 

Dancing 'round the Borealis 

They're Space truckin' every day 

Come on, come on, come on 

Let's go space truckin' 

Come on, come on, come on 

Come on, come on, come on 

Let's go space truckin' 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Space truckin' 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

- Thank you, good night. 

Black night is not right, 

I don't feel so bright, 

I don't care to sit tight. 

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line 

that I'm free, free to be me. 

Black night is a long way from home. 

I don't need a dark tree, 

I don't want a rough sea, 

I can't feel, I can't see. 

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line 

that I'm free, free to be me. 

Black night is a long way from home. 

Black night, black night, 

I don't need black night, 

I can't see dark night. 

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line 

that I'm free, free to be me. 

Black night is a long way from home. 

Good Golly, said little Miss Molly 

When she was rockin' in the house of blue light 

Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty 

When she was rockin' to the east and west 

Lucille was oh so real 

When she didn't do her daddies will 

Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it 

I'm a speed king you go to hear me sing 

I'm a speed king see me fly 

Saturday night and I just got paid 

Gonna fool about ain't gonna save 

Some people gonna rock some people gonna roll 

Gonna have a party to save my soul 

Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man 

They been causing trouble since it all began 

Take a little rice take a little beans 

Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans