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Baby Blue

Written by Joan Jett & Kathleen Hanna

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Thom Panunzio
and Ted Templemen

Released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Takes her time

Bittersweet

Reads the magazines

She’s not meant to read

Switch hitter

You know she plays the field

She ain’t concerned

Oh, as long as it’s real.

Umm and they call her Baby Blue

Baby Blue

Top - bottom

She does either

Always in control

She’s a teaser.

And they call her Baby Blue

Baby Blue

Baby Blue

Baby Blue

Ooh yeah (Baby Blue) Baby Blue

Ooh right (Baby Blue) black and blue

Ooh yeah (black and blue) baby blue.

Ooh!

Yeah she tries to speak

Through broken wires

Was meant to follow

Just feeds her fire.

And they call her Baby Blue

And they call her Baby Blue

And they call her Baby Blue

Ooh yeah (baby blue) Baby Blue

Ooh right (baby blue) Black and Blue

Ooh yeah (black and blue) Baby Blue

Ooh oh yeah Baby Blue.

Black Leather

Written by Joan Jett, Reggie Griffin, Eddie Morris & William Adler

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Mark Berry, Reggie Griffin,
Larry Smith & Thom Panunzio

Released on ‘Good Music’ (1986)

Also released on ‘Flashback’ (1993)

Also released as a live version on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

I will not take off my clothes

I will not be rude

For what I have done

Is come to rock you.

Late at night while the normals rest

I feel wicked when I start to dress

My clothes, they stare at me

Like they wanna make love to my body

I’m not a dream but I’m supreme

And if ya listen to the sky you see what I mean.

When it rains outside, people run and hide

I walk the streets and start to pry

And wonder was I here before

In another life

Yes! I’m sure but what

As I suppose why do I get power from these clothes.

Black leather

I wear it on stage

Black leather

I’m gonna wear it to my grave

Black leather

I will wear it anywhere

Because my name is Joan Jett and I don’t care

Just the feel of it on my flesh makes me

Feel wild, feel possessed

But I’m not don’t get me wrong

I’m the baddest slick chick

Just singin’ this song.

Lilly white dresses sure they’re cute

They also attract a lot of men to you

But they make you feel real vulnerable

From anything that got muscle

But ya cannot take what I would not give

Cause that’s the truth that’s how I live.

Listen, don’t slick talk me to make me indulge

Cause I am Joan and I am luv

I have this friend in a waterbed

He’s real wild when he’s soak ‘n wet

Yo, Joan let’s hang till the early dawn

Scorp, chill till I put my leather on.

Black leather

I wear it on stage

Black leather

I’m gonna wear it to my grave

Black leather

I will wear it anywhere

Because my name is Joan Jett and I don’t care

Just the feel of it on my flesh make me

Feel wild, feel possessed

But I’m not don’t get me wrong

I’m the baddest slick chick

And I’m singin’ this song.

This is true I gotta show no shame

I was born to freak and I’m to blame

I coulda been a mailman in any weather

Instead I’m rockin’ away in my leather.

When I was young I wore skirts and lace

My father told me to slow down my pace

His friends would come over and get in my face

And ask the same question mine or your place.

It’s alright to be treated like a lady

I couldn’t wait till that notion ceased

My friends thought that I was a little angel

I couldn’t help it if I felt like a beast.

So when I die don’t worry about a coffin

There won’t be no ashes to stuff in the urn

Just lay me out toss on the charcoal lighter

And fire me up, smell the leather burn.

Black leather

I wear it on stage

Black leather

I’m gonna wear it to my grave

Black leather

I will wear it anywhere

Because my name is Joan Jett and I don’t care

Just the feel of it on my flesh make me

Feel wild, feel possessed

But I’m not don’t get me wrong

I’m the baddest slick chick

And I’m singin’ this song.

Black leather

I wear it on stage

Black leather

I’m gonna wear it to my grave

Black leather

I will wear it anywhere

Because my name is Joan Jett and I don’t care

Just the feel of it on my flesh make me

Feel wild, feel possessed

But I’m not don’t get me wrong

I’m the baddest slick chick

And I’m singin’ this song.

Cherry Bomb

Written by Kim Fowley & Joan Jett

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Chris Kimsey,
Jimmy Iovine, Thom Panuzio, Shelly Yakus & John Aiosa

Released on ‘Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth’ (1984)

Also released on ‘Fit To Be Tied: Great Hits By Joan Jett’ (1997) & ‘Fetish’
(1999)

Also released as an alternate version with L7 on ‘Flashback’ (1993) & as a
dance mix on ‘Cherry Bomb’ (1995)

Can’t stay at home, can’t stay
at school

Old folks say, ya poor little fool

Down the street I’m the girl next door

I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.

Hello Daddy, hello Mom

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Hello world, I’m your wild girl

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.

Stone age love and strange sounds
too

Come on baby, let me get to you

Bad nights causin’ teenage blues

Get down ladies you’ve got nothing to lose.

Hello Daddy, hello Mom

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Hello world, I’m your wild girl

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.

Hey street boy whats your style

Your dead end dreams don’t make you smile

I’ll give ya something to live for

Have ya, grab ya til your sore.

Hello Daddy, hello Mom

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Hello world, I’m your wild girl

I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.

Coney Island Whitefish

Written by Joan Jett & Kenny Laguna

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell & Joan
Jett

Released on ‘Album’ (1983)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

I warned you all the time to get
yourself in line

You never did it

I took you everywhere no one else could bear

All your bullshit

Your headtrips were a bore I shoulda dumped ya long before

You’re a dim wit.

When I took you out, ya ugly dirty mouth

Was like a sewer

All ya did was moan, so I left ya on your own

I said screw ya, I put it to ya

Now you’re coming back tryin’ to get into
the act

Ya fool ya.

Ya think I’m stupid.

Scumbag, scumbag - ya don’t leave well enough
alone

Baby, you’re a scumbag you’re rotten to the core

You’re the biggest fool that I ever known.

Everytime it seemed we had everything

We dreamed for the choosin’

You never had enough the way you made life
rough

Sent me cruzin’

I gave a disposition ‘bout you’re rotten disposition

You’re a loser and you’re losin’.

Ha ha.

Scumbag, scumbag - ya don’t leave well enough
alone

Baby, you’re a scumbag you’re rotten to the core

You’re the biggest fool that I ever known.

Yeah, uh huh, you are, yea uh huh.

Do You Wanna Touch Me? (Oh Yeah!)

Written by Gary Glitter & Mike Leander

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Steve Jones
& Paul Cook

Released on ‘Bad Reputation’ (1981)

Also released on ‘Fit To Be Tied: Great Hits By Joan Jett’ (1997)

Also released as a live version on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

We’ve been here too long

Tryin’ to get along

Pretendin’ that you’re oh so shy

I’m a natural ma’am

Doin’ all I can

My temperature is runnin’ high.

Cry at night

No one in sight

And we got so much to share

Talking’s fine

If you got the time

But I ain’t got the time to spare, yeah.

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch me there, where

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch me there, where

There, yeah!

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!

Every girl and boy

Needs a little joy

All you do is sit and stare

Beggin’ on my knees

Baby, won’t you please

Run your fingers through my hair.

My, my, my

Whiskey and rye

Don’t it make you feel so fine

Right or wrong

Don’t it turn you on

Can’t you see we’re wastin’ time, yeah.

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch me there, where

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)

Do you wanna touch me there, where

There, yeah!

Fetish

Written by Joan Jett

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Thom Panunzio
and Ted Templemen

Released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Oh, look good in latex

Get off having rough sex.

Surprise, round and round the bed

Restrained while I find your head.

You are my Fetish.

Gaze down, it’s time to be my dog

I’ll push to get you in that fog.

You are my Fetish.

Pain turns to pleasure fast

Relax while I pound your ass.

Cool cat, cool cat, come on I’ll give you some

Oh, yeah, I’m gonna, I’m gonna watch you cum.

You are my Fetish

You are my Fetish

You are my Fetish.

I order you, you, you

You better m-m-mind

I order you, you, you

You better m-mind

I order you, you, you

You better m-m-mind

I order you, you, you

You better m-mind.

Handyman

Written by Joan Jett & Kenny Laguna

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell & Joan
Jett

Released on ‘Album’ (1983)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Randy, Randy, I love you

Oh, I love you at the same time I hate you

Oh, I need you and what can I do when you hurt me

Ya come around, I can take it

When you’re here, don’t have to fake it

I’m in your spell, I’m stark naked.

Come as fast as you can

I need my handyman

Randy, Randy you’re too hard

Late at night, I kill the light but I’m still awake.

Now I’m afraid, I been waitin’

I’m sick and tired of masterbatin’

So confused, with love and hate and I say.

Come as fast as you can

I need my handyman

Randy, Randy you’re too hard

Late at night, I kill the light but I’m still awake.

Randy, Randy I’m achin’

I can’t have you all of the time and I’m breakin’

Oh, I need you and what can I do when you hurt me.

Come around I can take it

I turn you on, you start shakin’

I’m in your spell, I’m stark naked.

Come as fast as you can

I need my handyman

Randy, Randy you’re too hard

Late at night, I kill the light but I’m still awake.

Hanky Panky

Written by Jeff Barry & Ellie Greenwich

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Thom Panunzio
and Ted Templemen

Released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky.

Yeah!

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky.

I saw you walkin’ on down the line

You know I saw you

For the very first time

A pretty little thing

Standin’ all alone

Hey, Pretty Baby

Can I take you home

I never saw ya

Never ever saw ya.

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky.

Yeah, does it good, too

Let’s rock, hey!

I saw you walkin’ on down the line

You know I saw you

For the very first time

A pretty little thing

Standin’ all alone

Hey, Pretty Baby

Can I take you home

I never saw ya

Never ever saw ya.

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky.

Ooh wow!

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky

My baby does the hanky panky.

Love Is Pain

Written by Joan Jett

Produced by Kenny Laguna & Ritchie Cordell

Released on ‘I Love Rock & Roll’ (1982)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Hey you must obey

Or you will bleed

You know I need to get my way

So now you listen up

You are my pup

I beat you up in every way.

And when I speak to you

You answer true

Or I will make you black and blue

I love to make you wait

You take the bait

I know you hate and love me too.

We are not to blame

For seeing love is pain

And we are not ashamed

To say that love is pain

And we’ll do it again.

I know you’re not afraid

Cause when you stayed

You knew you made the final show

So now you must submit

I’ll never quit till you admit

You’ll never go.

We are not to blame

For seeing love is pain

We are not ashamed

To say that love is pain.

We are not ashamed, we are not ashamed

We are not ashamed, we are not ashamed

To say that love is pain

And we’ll do it again.

Secret Love

Written by Joan Jett & Kenny Laguna

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell & Joan
Jett

Released on ‘Album’ (1983)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Same old story life is so unfair

It’s a burden we just have to bare

But I’m with him and you’re with her

There’s nothin’ else to do

Have to hide my secret love for you.

Keep the secret people are so unkind

Sneakin’ around you could lose your mind

Never free to let ‘em see

All that I go through

Trying to hide my secret love for you.

I looked in your eyes without
sayin’ a word

I told you what I am and I hoped that you
heard, oh yeah

Society won’t let me be

The way I want it to

Hard to hide my secret love for you.

Oh yeah, don’t wanna secret love

Can’t keep a secret love

I wanna open love.

Star Star

Written by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell & Joan
Jett

Released on ‘Album’ (1983)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Baby baby, I’ve been so sad since
you’ve been gone

Way back to New York City where you do belong

Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses legs wrapped around me tight

If I ever get back to Fun City girl, I’m gonna make you scream all night.

Honey honey, call me on the telephone

I know you’re movin’ out to Hollywood with
your can of tasty foam

All those beat up friends of mine got to
get you in their books

And lead guitars and movie stars get their
toes beneath your hook.

Yeah

You’re a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

Yeah, a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

A star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star.

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroid’s now
that’s what I call obscene

Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute I
bet you keep your pussy clean

Honey, I miss your two tone kisses legs
wrapped around me tight

If I ever get back to New York girl, gonna
make you scream all night.

Yeah

You’re a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

Yeah, a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

A star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star.

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you for
givin’ head to Steve McQueen

You and me we made a pretty pair fallin’
through the Silver Screen

Honey, I’m open to anything I don’t know
where to draw the line

Yeah, I’m makin’ bets that you gonna get your
man before he dies.

John Wayne!

Yeah

You’re a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

Yeah, a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star

A star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star.

The French Song

Written by Joan Jett & Kenny Laguna

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell & Joan
Jett

Released on ‘Album’ (1983)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

Don’t you be nervous, baby

I didn’t come to bring you down

This is so natural, baby

Just let my love turn you around

This twisted love affair

Could really take us somewhere.

J’aime faire I’amour sur tout a trois

J’aime faire I’amour sur tout a trois.

Don’t you feel guilty, baby

I won’t take long to understand

Don’t waste time arguing

We’ll make the most with what’s at hand

I have to laugh out loud

When you say three’s a crowd.

I know what I am, I am what I am

I know what I am

I know what I am, I am what I am

I know what I am, I know what I am, I am what I am

I know what I am, I am what I am

Don’t think that I’m uncouth, I only speak the truth.

J’aime faire I’amour sur tout a trois

J’aime faire I’amour sur tout a trois.

Victim Of Circumstance

Written by Joan Jett & Kenny Laguna

Produced by Kenny Laguna & Ritchie Cordell

Released on ‘I Love Rock & Roll’ (1982)

Also released on ‘Fit To Be Tied: Great Hits By Joan Jett’ (1997)

The police were waitin’ when the
sun came up

You better move your ass or we’ll really get rough

I never wanted trouble but I sure got enough

I’m bad at bein’ subtle but I ain’t that tough, no.

Just a victim of circumstance

Didn’t you know

Just a victim of circumstance

Doesn’t it show

I’m just a victim of circumstance

Wherever I go

Just a victim of bad reputation

I go no chance of shakin’.

Really gets you down when you don’t belong

And everyone around says you grown up wrong

But why do they resent it, I ain’t doin’ anything

They say that I’m demented and I never could sing.

Then everywhere I went I caused them such alarm

You know I never meant to cause anybody harm, no.

Just a victim of circumstance

Didn’t you know

Just a victim of circumstance

Doesn’t it show

I’m just a victim of circumstance

Wherever I go

Just a victim of bad reputation

I go no chance of shakin’.

I’ve been laughed at, I’ve been shut out

But let there be no doubt

Never been afraid of chances I been takin’.

The police are waitin’ when the sun came up

You better move your ass or we’ll really
get rough

I never wanted trouble but I sure get enough

I’m bad at bein’ subtle but I ain’t that
tough, no.

Just a victim of circumstance

Didn’t you know

Just a victim of circumstance

Doesn’t it show

I’m just a victim of circumstance

Wherever I go

Just a victim of bad reputation

I go no chance of shakin’.

Wooly Bully

Written by Domingo Samudio

Produced by Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, Steve Jones
& Paul Cook

Released on ‘Bad Reputation’ (1981)

Also released on ‘Fetish’ (1999)

One, two, three, four

All right

Watch it, watch it

Say man!

Hattie told Mattie

About a thing she saw

Had two big horns

And a wooly jaw.

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully.

Hattie told Mattie

Don’t you take no chance

Don’t you be L7

Come and learn to dance.

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully.

Hey watch it now, man

Watch it, watch it!

Mattie told Hattie

It’s the thing to do

Get yourself a filly

To pull the wool with you.

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

Wooly Bully

You got it, you got it!

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