Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B. Scott) Whoa, want you Out on the town Lookin' for a woman Gonna gimme good love Anybody wanna hand off me And give me plenty of She was standin' alone Over by the juke box Like she'd some thing to sell I said baby what's the goin' price She told me to go to hell Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Singles bar Got my eye on a honey Hangin' out everywhere She might be straight She might want my money I really don't care, no Said baby Drivin' me crazy Laid it right on the line When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said Toss off buddy she's mine Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Hey you Angus Shoot me, shoot That's nice Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Shoot Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames I don't need a thing Don't wanna be Shot down in flames