℗ 1974 RAK Records SRAK 509
℗ 1974 Bell Records BELL 1313
℗ 1996 Garagelands Records GRCD 014
℗ 1998 CD-Maximum CDM 698 134: Quatro / Suzi… and Other Four Letter Words
℗ 2011 barin.livejournal.com BR LLG 56007: Quatro / Suzi… and Other Four Letter Words
℗ 2011 7T's Records GLAM CD 119: Quatro
After the electric vitality of its predecessor and the prepossessing energy of her first four singles, Suzi Quatro put out a second album that was a dreadful disappointment, the fault — one assumes — of having been cut so quickly after its predecessor that nobody involved in the process had time to even catch her or his breath. Just two Quatro/Tuckey originals make it on, and one of them, "Klondyke Kate," is little more than a throwaway, while Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman's contributions, too, are uncharacteristically lackluster — the still vital "Devil Gate Drive" notwithstanding, of course. Of course, there are mitigating circumstances. The Chinnichap duo itself was in transition at this time, trying to retool a super-successful but hideously hidebound writing formula toward a less glam-entrenched listening audience. The recently discovered Smokie was to be the prime beneficiary of this new attitude, but the next few Quatro singles, too, reflected the then-prevalent belief that "mature" songs were the way to go — and "mature," in those days, meant not having quite so much fun as they used to. Neither "Too Big" nor "The Wild One" are classic Quatro, even if the performances themselves are as committed as ever, while the dour mood conveyed by those efforts is only amplified by the strictly unimaginative choice in rock & roll covers that complete the set. Every bar band in the land cut its teeth on "Keep a Knockin'," "Trouble," "Move It," and "A Shot of Rhythm and Blues." Very few were still playing them two albums later. Only a wild, and wildly unexpected rendition of "Hit the Road Jack" truly salvages the show, and that's not really saying much — novelty songs always stand out when there's nothing else to laugh at. Ultimately, of course, Quatro would be seen as a mere hiccup in a career that had many, many years left to run — and many more twists and turns to take. At the time, however, another monarch had quietly slipped from its throne, another spangle had dropped off the glam rock crown. It really was all rather sad. — Dave Thompson. |
(Mike Chapman — Nicky Chinn)
All my life I've wanted to be somebody, and here I am. I know what I've got, and there ain't nobody gonna take it away from me. So let me tell ya what I am! I'm a red-hot fox. I can take the knocks I'm a hammer from hell. Honey, can't you tell? I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one I'm a touched-up freak on a winning streak I'm gonna own this town. You can't hold me down I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one Well it ain't no use. Turn me loose More… more… I can't keep score I've got my head screwed on, and the days are gone When you kept me down, and you pushed me 'round I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one I'm a blue-eyed bitch and I wanna get rich Get out of my way 'cause I'm here to stay I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one Well it ain't no use. Turn me loose More… more… I can't keep score… yeah! Well it ain't no use. Turn me loose More… more… I can't keep score I'm a red-hot fox. I can take the knocks I'm a hammer from hell. Honey, can't you tell? I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one I'm a touched-up freak on a winning streak I'm gonna own this town. You can't hold me down I'm the wild one. Yes, I'm the wild one.
(Richard Penniman)
(Spoken: "This song is dedicated to all you 16 year-old girls out there. You know when all those boys come around asking you all for a date You just got to sit back and be cool and tell 'em one thing"). You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it again You say you love me, but you can't come in You say you love me, but you can't come in You say you love me, but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it again You say you love me, but you can't come in You say you love me, but you can't come in You say you love me, but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it again You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it again (Spoken: "Now on this next bit here I want everyone to sing along with me. It's very easy. All the boys gotta sing "You keep a-knockin'' and all the girls gotta sing "But you can't come in". You got that? Let's try it"). You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in You keep a-knockin, but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it again
(Mike Chapman — Nicky Chinn)
Say, sugar-honey you've gotta act like me Well, you can take a passion-lovin' panther Make him week at the knees You can shake him like a rattle, and roll him like a dice But, honey, you know I'm too big to be nice I gave away my independence to all them evil guys And when I got too hot they put my lips on ice Now I don't hold out with those wise-guys. I see through their disguise 'Cause, honey, you know I'm too big to be fooled twice Well, I don't know all the answers, but I guess I know my share And I've taken all the chances, but I never really care Because I'm too big to be used You know I'm too big for my boots You know I'm too big to be abused And honey… I never lose! Now listen baby, watch the way you walk And when it comes to talkin', watch the way you talk He'll tear ya down and break ya and he'll make you if he can But, honey, you're too big, too big for that man You know he can't understand ya. You're breakin' all the rules He's tried so hard to land ya. Just send him back to school Because you're too big to be used You know you're too big for your boots You know you're too big to be abused And honey… you'll never lose!
(Suzi Quatro — Lennie Tuckey)
Well, it's a face. She's a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too And it's a place. Ooo. Don't let her mama catch you Won't cha have a taste of the bad side You never knew good could be so cruel And all the rest Ooo. Don't let her mama catch you She'll make the most of any man You know those boys will take their life in their hands For Klondyke Kate...Sweet Klondyke Kate Klondyke Kate, you big moon-shine mama You don't know what you do Your hands are shakin. Your temper's breakin And ya make a drink to cure your blues Oh, it's the same old style. The same old story She wants to wear her mama's shoes She tried to teach you, but she never thought To keep a close watch over you Well, it's a face. She's a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too And it's a place. Ooo. Don't let her mama catch you Won't cha have a taste of the bad side You never knew good could be so cruel And all the rest Ooo. Don't let her mama catch you She'll make the most of any man You know those boys will take their life in their hands For Klondyke Kate...Sweet Klondyke Kate
(Mike Chapman — Nicky Chinn)
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine Saturation point is reached by nine Your circulation elevated mine I was a bar room baby. Let out of my cage for you A celuloid slave. Once arranged for the things I do So I done ditched the last queen who was mean to you Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Ooo. Ooo. Ooo Savage Silk Ooo Savage Silk I've been hung from my head while the joker played dead with the queen I was born innocent to be bred with the best in a dream I'm a savage tramp, don't camp, don't vamp with me. You'll look a long way, honey, before you'll find another me You'll turn the wrong way, honey, if you ever turn your back on me And I'm down on my knees and I'm begging so savagely Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Ooo. Ooo. Ooo Savage Silk Ooo Savage Silk (Spoken: "Oh, baby. If this is a game your playing, then you just keep on playing. But if it's not, don't ever hang me up"). Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Right on. Right on. Right on Savage Silk Ooo. Ooo. Ooo Savage Silk Ooo Savage Silk
(Ian Samwell)
Well, come on pretty baby let's move it and groove it Shake it, baby, shake it, baby. Please don't lose it The rhythym will get you to your heart and soul Well, you know, pretty baby, it's called rock and roll They say it's gonna die, but, honey, please let's face it Well they just don't know what's going to replace it Well, talented blues ain't got nothing on Real bopping music that just drives along Honey, move it Honey, move it So come on pretty baby let's move it and groove it Shake it, baby, shake it, baby. Please don't lose it The rhythym will get you to your heart and soul Ah, Well, you know, pretty baby, it's called rock and roll They say it's gonna die, but, honey, please let's face it Yeah they just don't know what's going to replace it Well, talented blues ain't got nothing on Real bopping music that just drives along Honey, move it Honey, move it
(Percy Mayfield)
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back No more. No more. No more. No more. Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more Woman, oh, woman don't you treat me so mean Your the meanest old woman that I've ever seen But I guess if you say so I have to pack my bags and go That's right! Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back No more. No more. No more. No more. Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more Baby. Listen, baby, don't you treat me this way 'Cause I'll be back on me feet someday Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood You ain't got no money. You just ain't no good Well, I guess if you say so I have to pack my bags and go That's right! Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back No more. No more. No more. No more. Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more
(Jerry Leiber — Mike Stoller)
If you're looking for trouble, boy, you've come to the right place If you're looking for trouble just look right in my face I was born standing up and talking back My daddy was a green-eyed mountain, Jack 'Cause I'm evil Misery is my middle name Well, I'm evil So don't you mess around with me I never look for trouble, but I never ran And I don't take no orders from no kind of man I'm only made out of flesh blood and bone But if you gonna start a rumble don't you try it all alone 'Cause I'm evil Misery is my middle name Well, I'm evil So don't you mess around with me
(Suzi Quatro — Lennie Tuckey)
Now I'm done playing with fools And I've paid all my childhood dues I find the mountain much steeper to climb Am I just one of the crowd? I decided a few days ago There's no room. Room for me in this show I changed my make-up completely this time Now I'm not one... one of the crowd? So good-bye. Good-bye blind eyes I'm gonna find me a cat's eye Good-bye. Good-bye blind eyes I know what I want to see So good-bye. Good-bye blind eyes I'm gonna find me a cat's eye Good-bye. Good-bye blind eyes I know what I want to be Now I'm done playing the fools And I've paid all my childhood dues I find the mountain much steeper to climb Now I'm not one... one of the crowd?
(Terry Thompson)
Oh, when your hands start a-clapping And your fingers start a-popping Well, your feet got to move around And you start to swing and swaying And the band starts to playing To a real cool, way out sound Well, if you get the "can't help it's" and you can't sit down You feel like you've got to move around Need a shot of rhythm and blues Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure Need a pair of dancing shoes With your lover by your side Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure Well, don't you worry about a thing You start to dance and sing And the chill bones come on you The rhythm finally gets ya and the beat gets you too Here's the thing for you to do Need a shot of rhythm and blues Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure Need a pair of dancing shoes With your lover by your side Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure Come on... come on! Need a shot of rhythm and blues Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure Need a pair of dancing shoes With your lover by your side Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure Oh, when your hands start a-clapping And your fingers start a-popping Well, your feet got to move around And you start to swing and swaying And the band starts to playing To a real cool, way out sound Well, if you get the "can't help it's" and you can't sit down You feel like you've got to move around Need a shot of rhythm and blues Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure Need a pair of dancing shoes With your lover by your side Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure Need a shot of rhythm and blues Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure Need a pair of dancing shoes With your lover by your side Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure
(Suzi Quatro — Lennie Tuckey)
Friday's got her mind on lovin' Her evil eyes are on you, boy It promises to be a nightime Of uninterrupted joy... joy... joy What's she doing. Who's she screwing Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife What's she doing. Who's she screwing Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life At fourteen you were such a sweet thing You helped your mama with the chores But now you find you're independence And got what you're looking for What's she doing. Who's she screwing Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife What's she doing. Who's she screwing Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life