| Song | Wired All Night |
| Artist | Mick Jagger |
| Album | Wandering Spirit |
| 作曲 : Jagger | |
| You go squeeze in your dress, and go strap on your boots | |
| I'm gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute | |
| I'm gonna smoke up a storm and step into the night | |
| I'm getting ready to burn, | |
| I'm getting ready to fly | |
| I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill | |
| Hey, would | |
| I tell you a lie | |
| We'll be slamming tequilas, popping hydrogen | |
| And lose the coils and the kinks that are wrecking my life | |
| Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain in the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I'll be juiced on this stuff | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| Watch me now | |
| You blew a jelly-face | |
| Joe, Pedro the pimp | |
| I'm as hard as a brick, hope | |
| I never go limp | |
| Is the earthquake shaking, is there gonna be war | |
| Tell the National | |
| Guard to mind the grocery store | |
| I said, hey, and | |
| I don't give a hoot | |
| Hey, I need some earthly delights | |
| I'll be drowning my sorrows, banging my box' | |
| Til the sirens start singing and | |
| I'm ready to fly | |
| Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain in the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I'll be juiced on this stuff | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a painin the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I'll be juicedon this stuff | |
| I'll be kicked in the nuts | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We'll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life |
| zuò qǔ : Jagger | |
| You go squeeze in your dress, and go strap on your boots | |
| I' m gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute | |
| I' m gonna smoke up a storm and step into the night | |
| I' m getting ready to burn, | |
| I' m getting ready to fly | |
| I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill | |
| Hey, would | |
| I tell you a lie | |
| We' ll be slamming tequilas, popping hydrogen | |
| And lose the coils and the kinks that are wrecking my life | |
| Give me a drink, don' t be talking so much, you' re a pain in the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I' ll be juiced on this stuff | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| Watch me now | |
| You blew a jellyface | |
| Joe, Pedro the pimp | |
| I' m as hard as a brick, hope | |
| I never go limp | |
| Is the earthquake shaking, is there gonna be war | |
| Tell the National | |
| Guard to mind the grocery store | |
| I said, hey, and | |
| I don' t give a hoot | |
| Hey, I need some earthly delights | |
| I' ll be drowning my sorrows, banging my box' | |
| Til the sirens start singing and | |
| I' m ready to fly | |
| Give me a drink, don' t be talking so much, you' re a pain in the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I' ll be juiced on this stuff | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| Give me a drink, don' t be talking so much, you' re a painin the butt | |
| How can I think when you puke up your guts, | |
| I' ll be juicedon this stuff | |
| I' ll be kicked in the nuts | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life | |
| We' ll be wired all night | |
| We hit the high life |