(A. Young M. Young B. Scott)

Whoa, want you



Out on the town

Lookin' for a woman

Gonna gimme good love

Anybody wanna hand off me

And give me plenty of

She was standin' alone

Over by the juke box

Like she'd some thing to sell

I said baby what's the goin' price

She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames

Shot down in flames

Ain't it a shame

To be shot down in flames



Singles bar

Got my eye on a honey

Hangin' out everywhere

She might be straight

She might want my money

I really don't care, no

Said baby

Drivin' me crazy

Laid it right on the line

When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said

Toss off buddy she's mine

Shot down in flames

Shot down in flames

Ain't it a shame

To be shot down in flames



Hey you

Angus

Shoot me, shoot

That's nice

Shot down in flames

Shot down in flames

Ain't it a shame

To be shot down in flames

Shoot

Shot down in flames

Shot down in flames

Ain't it a shame

To be shot down in flames

I don't need a thing

Don't wanna be

Shot down in flames