| Song | No Surprize |
| Artist | Aerosmith |
| Album | Greatest Hits [Steel Box Collection] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Perry, Tyler | |
| Lyrics:Tyler/Perry Music:Tyler/Perry | |
| nineteen seventy one | |
| we all heard the starters gun | |
| New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won | |
| we all shot the shit at the bar | |
| with Johnny O'Toole and his scar | |
| and then old Clive Davis said he's surely gonna make us a star | |
| I'm gonna make you a star | |
| just the way you are | |
| but with all his style | |
| I could see in his eyes | |
| that we is goin' on trial | |
| and it was no surprize | |
| the boys kept kickin' ass | |
| as usual time will tell | |
| but some bitch in the choir threw waters on the fires of hell | |
| she loved to show and tell | |
| lord she loved to tell | |
| but with all our style | |
| you could see in our eyes | |
| that we is still on trial | |
| baby it's no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no surprize | |
| midnight lady | |
| situation fetal | |
| vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle | |
| I say lookie here | |
| friend of mine | |
| scratch like you need calomine | |
| flamingo boots | |
| soles a-creakin' | |
| still in love and Puerto Rican too | |
| ridin' on the wheels of hell | |
| smokin' up our axle grease | |
| oh the backstage is rockin' and we're coppin' from the local police | |
| that's right the local police | |
| or the justice of peace | |
| chorus | |
| rock and roll | |
| junkie whore | |
| got my foot inside the door | |
| knock knock, knock knock, knock | |
| nobody's keepin' score | |
| bad times go away | |
| come again some other day | |
| topaz and sassafraz | |
| will keep the blues away | |
| candy store rock and roll | |
| corporation jelly roll | |
| play the singles it ain't me | |
| it's programmed insanity | |
| you ASCAP if BMI | |
| could ever make a mountian fly | |
| if Japanese can boil teas | |
| then where the fuck's my royalties? |
| zuo ci : Perry, Tyler | |
| Lyrics: Tyler Perry Music: Tyler Perry | |
| nineteen seventy one | |
| we all heard the starters gun | |
| New York is such a pity but at Max' s Kansas City we won | |
| we all shot the shit at the bar | |
| with Johnny O' Toole and his scar | |
| and then old Clive Davis said he' s surely gonna make us a star | |
| I' m gonna make you a star | |
| just the way you are | |
| but with all his style | |
| I could see in his eyes | |
| that we is goin' on trial | |
| and it was no surprize | |
| the boys kept kickin' ass | |
| as usual time will tell | |
| but some bitch in the choir threw waters on the fires of hell | |
| she loved to show and tell | |
| lord she loved to tell | |
| but with all our style | |
| you could see in our eyes | |
| that we is still on trial | |
| baby it' s no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no surprize | |
| midnight lady | |
| situation fetal | |
| vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle | |
| I say lookie here | |
| friend of mine | |
| scratch like you need calomine | |
| flamingo boots | |
| soles acreakin' | |
| still in love and Puerto Rican too | |
| ridin' on the wheels of hell | |
| smokin' up our axle grease | |
| oh the backstage is rockin' and we' re coppin' from the local police | |
| that' s right the local police | |
| or the justice of peace | |
| chorus | |
| rock and roll | |
| junkie whore | |
| got my foot inside the door | |
| knock knock, knock knock, knock | |
| nobody' s keepin' score | |
| bad times go away | |
| come again some other day | |
| topaz and sassafraz | |
| will keep the blues away | |
| candy store rock and roll | |
| corporation jelly roll | |
| play the singles it ain' t me | |
| it' s programmed insanity | |
| you ASCAP if BMI | |
| could ever make a mountian fly | |
| if Japanese can boil teas | |
| then where the fuck' s my royalties? |
| zuò cí : Perry, Tyler | |
| Lyrics: Tyler Perry Music: Tyler Perry | |
| nineteen seventy one | |
| we all heard the starters gun | |
| New York is such a pity but at Max' s Kansas City we won | |
| we all shot the shit at the bar | |
| with Johnny O' Toole and his scar | |
| and then old Clive Davis said he' s surely gonna make us a star | |
| I' m gonna make you a star | |
| just the way you are | |
| but with all his style | |
| I could see in his eyes | |
| that we is goin' on trial | |
| and it was no surprize | |
| the boys kept kickin' ass | |
| as usual time will tell | |
| but some bitch in the choir threw waters on the fires of hell | |
| she loved to show and tell | |
| lord she loved to tell | |
| but with all our style | |
| you could see in our eyes | |
| that we is still on trial | |
| baby it' s no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no surprize | |
| midnight lady | |
| situation fetal | |
| vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle | |
| I say lookie here | |
| friend of mine | |
| scratch like you need calomine | |
| flamingo boots | |
| soles acreakin' | |
| still in love and Puerto Rican too | |
| ridin' on the wheels of hell | |
| smokin' up our axle grease | |
| oh the backstage is rockin' and we' re coppin' from the local police | |
| that' s right the local police | |
| or the justice of peace | |
| chorus | |
| rock and roll | |
| junkie whore | |
| got my foot inside the door | |
| knock knock, knock knock, knock | |
| nobody' s keepin' score | |
| bad times go away | |
| come again some other day | |
| topaz and sassafraz | |
| will keep the blues away | |
| candy store rock and roll | |
| corporation jelly roll | |
| play the singles it ain' t me | |
| it' s programmed insanity | |
| you ASCAP if BMI | |
| could ever make a mountian fly | |
| if Japanese can boil teas | |
| then where the fuck' s my royalties? |