℗ 1977
(Ann Wilson — Nancy Wilson — Michael DeRosier — Sue Ennis — Roger Fisher)
So, this ain't the end, I saw you again Today, I had to turn my heart away Smile like the sun, kisses for everyone And tales, it never fails You lyin' so low in the weeds I bet you gonna ambush me You'd have me down, down, down, down, on my knees Now wouldn't you, Barracuda Oh Back over time, we were all tryin' For free, you met the porpoise and me Uh huh No right, no wrong Selling a song A name Whisper game And if the real thing don't do the trick You better make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick Ooh, Barracuda Oh yeah "Sell me, sell you", the porpoise said Dive down, deep down, save my head You… I think that you got the blues too All that night and all the next Swam without looking back Made for the western pools Silly, silly fools The real thing don't do the trick No, you better make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick Oh, Barra-Barracuda Yeah Ooh, hey