Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B. Scott)Whoa, want youOut on the townLookin' for a womanGonna gimme good loveAnybody wanna
hand off meAnd give me plenty ofShe was standin' aloneOver by the juke boxLike she'd some thing to sellI said baby what's
the goin' priceShe told me to go to hellShot down in flamesShot down in flamesAin't it a shameTo be shot down in flamesS
ingles barGot my eye on a honeyHangin' out everywhereShe might be straightShe might want my moneyI really don't care, noS
aid babyDrivin' me crazyLaid it right on the lineWhen a guy with a chip on his shoulder saidToss off buddy she's mineShot
down in flamesShot down in flamesAin't it a shameTo be shot down in flamesHey youAngusShoot me, shootThat's niceShot d
own in flamesShot down in flamesAin't it a shameTo be shot down in flamesShootShot down in flamesShot down in flamesAin'
t it a shameTo be shot down in flamesI don't need a thingDon't wanna beShot down in flames