Style: Hard Rock / Eddie VH style Album: Diver Down © 1982
1. Where Have All the Good Times Gone! 2. Hang 'em High 3. Cathedral 4. Secrets 5. Intruder 6. Pretty Woman 7. Dancing In the Street 8. Little Guitars (Intro) 9. Little Guitars 10. Big Bad Bill 11. The Full Bug 12. Happy Trails
Vocals: David Lee Roth
Guitars/Keys: Edward Van Halen
Bass Guitar: Michael Anthony
Drums: Alex Van Halen
Where Have All the Good Times Gone!
Whoo-wee! Uh! Ooo-ooo Uh! All my life I never stop to worry 'bout a thing Open up and shout it out, never try to sing Wonderin' if I've done it wrong Will this depression last for long? Won't you tell me Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Once we had an easy ride an' always felt the same Time was on our side, we had everything to gain Let it be like yesterday Is that me or Happy Days? Ma and Pa look back on all the things they used to do They never had no money and they always told the truth Daddy didn't need no little toys Mommy didn't need no little boys Won't you tell me Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Ow! (Guitar Solo) Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play Aw, but then let's face it, things are easier today Guess you need some bringing down Get your feet back on the ground Won't you tell me Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? Hang 'em High
Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back He travels light, without a pack, without love He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high Leather 'cross his thighs Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of light, child of the night passing by (Guitar Solo) Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved A vision of light, child of the night passing by Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high Secrets
She ain't waiting 'til she gets older Her feet are makin' tracks in the winter snows She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder She be headed where the thunder rolls Ow, ow, ow, she got that rhythm Got that rhythm of the road, ah Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy Woman get crazy, if she can't go Aw, but uh, she just lookin' good She comes like the secret wind She's as strong as the mountains, walks tall as the trees She been there before, she'll never give in She'll be gone tomorrow like the silent breeze, uh (Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she got rhythm (Ahh) Got that rhythm, of her own (Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy (Ahh) She get crazy if she can't go But uh, ah she just lookin' good You know how sometimes, you got to run You runnin' blind, but you jumped the gun The question is not, "Does love exist?" But when she leaves, where she goes? I got the feelin' she don't know either Wait like the wind, watch where she blows (Guitar Solo) Ow. Oh, oh, got that rhythm That sweet rhythm of her own Oh, oh, oh, she get crazy Woman get crazy if she can't go Oh, oh. A-lookin' good, aw yes Pretty Woman
Whoo! Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, it must be true No one can look as good as you Mercy Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman. Oh you look lovely as you can be Are you lonely just like me? Ahhrrrr! Pretty woman, stop awhile Pretty woman, talk awhile Pretty woman, give your smile to me Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah Pretty woman, look my way Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me 'Cause I need you, need you tonight. Ah! Pretty woman, don't walk on by Pretty woman, don't make me cry Pretty woman. Don't walk away-yay. Okay. If that's the way it must be, okay I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait...What do I see? She's walking back to me Whoa, whoa, pretty woman Dancing In the Street
Woo! Ah, yeah! Callin' out, around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat? Summer's here, and the time is right For dancin' in the street They're dancin' in Chicago (They'll be dancin') Down in New Orleans (Dancin' in the streets) Up in New York City (Dancing in the streets) All we need is music (Sweet sweet) Sweet music (sweet sweet music) There'll be music everywhere (sweet music everywhere) (Ooh-oo-ooh) There'll be swingin', swayin', records playin' Dancin' in the street (Ah) Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So come on (Ah) every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, 'round the world There'll be dancin', dancin' in the street (Ooh-oo-ooh) It's just an invitation, 'cross the nation A chance for the folks to meet There'll be laughin', singin', music swingin' Dancin' in the street Philadelphia, PA (Dancin' in the street) Baltimore, in D.C. now (Dancin' in the streets) Can't forget the Motor City (Dancin' in the streets) All we need is music (Sweet sweet) Sweet music (sweet sweet music) There'll be music everywhere (sweet music everywhere) (Oooh-oo-ooh) There'll be swingin', swayin', records playin' Dancin' in the street, oh! (Ah) Doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there Come on, (Ah) every guy, grab your girl, everywhere, 'round the world Wow! Hey hey hey! Ow yeah, ow! (Guitar Solo) Dancin', they're dancin' in the street (Dancin' in the streets) Way down in L.A. everyday (Dancin' in the streets) Dancin' in the street (Dancin' in the streets) San Francisco way (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Dancin' in the streets) They do it everyday now (Dancin' in the streets) Across the ocean blue, )Ooh-ooh-ooh) me an' you (Dancin' in the streets) Dancin' in the street (Dancin' in the streets) Little Guitars
Senorita I'm in trouble again and I can't get free (Senorita) You're exactly what the doctor ordered, come on talk to me (Ah) Can't crow before I'm out of the woods But there's exceptions to the rule (Ah-ah) Senorita, do you need a friend? I'm in love with you Catch as catch, catch as catch can Anybody in their right mind could see, it's you and me Oooh-ooo-ooh Oooh-oooh You say you're lonesome, just getting by But you turn your eyes from me Be sure you're hurting long before you fly 'cause, you've got me Catch as catch, catch as catch can Anybody in their right mind could see, you and me Catch as catch, catch as catch can When I see you, all your little guitars sing to me I can see you don't know which way to turn But the sun still shines (Senorita) Don't you know that you can dance with me, anytime? (Ah) Can't crow before I'm out of the woods There's exceptions to the rule (Ah-ah) Senorita, do you need a friend? I'm in love with you Oooh-ooo-ooh Oooh-oooh Oooh-ooo-ooh Oooh-oooh Oooh-ooo-ooh Oooh-oooh Big Bad Bill (Is Sweet William Now)
Well, I went down yonder in Louisville Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill I wants ta tell ya Ah, the cat was rough and tough he would strut his stuff Had the whole town scared to death When he walked by, they all held their breath He's a fightin' man, sure enough And then Bill got himself a wife, now he leads a different life Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now Married life done changed him somehow He's the man the town used to fear Now they all call him Sweet Papa Willy Dear Stronger than Sampson I declare 'Til a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, no, no) He's doin the dishes an' moppin' up that floor (Yes he is) Well he used to go out drinkin' lookin' for a fight Now he gotta see that sweet woman every night Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now Aw, play it boys (Clarinet Solo) Aw, yeah! Whoo! I likes that, yeah ("Yeah," say I) Ah, y-well, Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, he don't) He's doin' the dishes 'n moppin' up that floor (Yes he is) Well he used to go out drinkin' lookin' for a fight Now he gotta see that sweet woman every night Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Doin' the dishes) Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Moppin' up that floor!) Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now Cha! Yeah! The Full Bug
Mmmm, da yeah Mmmm, I'm a tell ya now You corner my dog, it don't let you pass Got a bad little' woman, gon' bite yo' ass Yeah, he won't let you pass Ah, take it! Woo! Wow! Ah, precious sweetheart Woman, all you want is good as it can get. Ah yeah Blind inspiration Girl, you're sensational and this gets better yet. Ah yeah Well (Oh) all your dreams an' visions are based on magazines No (Oh) this ain't television, but it's more than it seems (Oh) Takers need a giver, this much you understand (Oh) All I wanna give you babe (ooh) Is the best part of a man, yeah Lemme show you Baby make the best of what you have in hand. Oh yeah Just remember when you follow through Then the over isn't planned. Ah yeah! Ha ha (Oh) Looks just like an angel, but he just talkin' trash (Oh) You make conversation, but she's listening to your cash (Oh) Takers need a giver, this much we understand (Oh) All I wanna give you woman (ooh) Is the best part of a man, yeah (Guitar Solo) Woo! (Harmonica Solo) Ooh Uh Ooh Ooh Love that woman heart and soul In the groove, on the go, you know. Ah yeah At the corner my dog won't let you pass Got a bad lil' woman gon' bite yo' ass Mmm, fore sure. Ahhh (Oh) Looks just like an angel, but he just talkin' trash (Oh) You make conversation, but she's listening to your cash (Oh) Takers need a giver, this much we understand (Oh) All I want to give you woman (ooh) Is the best part of a man, yeah Best part of a man, woo Best part of a man. Ah Best part of a man Best part of a man Happy Trails
Nmmmmmm dip dip Mmmmnnnnmm Bum-ba-deeda-bum-ba-deeda bum-ba-deeda bum-ba-deeda (continued throughout) Happy trails to you Until we meet again Happy trails to you Keep smilin' until then Who (Ooh-ooh) cares about the clouds when we're together Just (Ahh-ahh-ahh) sing a song and think 'bout sunny weather (two, three) Happy trails to you 'Til we meet again (laughter)