Head for Backstage Pass - Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Ron Wood, Joe Perry, Flea & Metallica

Oh yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah Ooh He's the entertainer Smiling as though nothing's wrong Now the crown is standing He's touching their heart with his song Nobody knows he's hurting inside Nobody knows the times he has cried Backstage, when the crowd is gone Backstage, when his life is his own, yeah Backstage, he's lost and alone 'cause there's Nobody waiting in the wings for him To love (love) No, no, no, no, no When the gleaming glitter He seems much more than a man Before the night is over He hopes to touch every being, oh yes Nobody knows by looking at him Nobody knows he's just like them Backstage, he is a human being, yeah Backstage, his heart is twing Backstage, he's a scene worth seeing 'cause there's Nobody waiting in the wings for him To love (love) No, no, nobody with him To love (love) Ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Doo-do-do-do-do One so many love him tonight One so many please treat him right When the curtain goes down And the spotlight goes dim Not because he's the entertainer No, no, no But just because he's him (him) Somebody love the man Because he's him (him) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Backstage, when the curtain is closed Backstage, the real man is exposed, yeah Backstage, who would have ever supposed that Nobody waiting in the wings for him (nobody waiting in the wings for him) To love (love) Oh baby, I need a standing ovation sometimes (love) (Nobody waiting in the wings for him) You can't see no man no man in the wings here to love Oh yeah (love) Where did all of the fine ladies go? (Love) I don't know (nobody waiting in the wings for him) Nobody seem to be waiting to love (love) yeah (love) Nobody (nobody waiting) nobody waiting (in the wings for him) To love (love)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All the good girls, you take out for dinner But all the bad girls, you take out for liquor All the good girls, they don't pull the trigger But all that bad girls, they pull it much quicker It's never too late to get down and party Switching from good to bad 'cause you're naughty Feel it inside, oh, inside your body Let it come out with shots of Bacardi Just let your body go We'll take it nice and slow Just let your mind be free And come in close to me Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage All the good girls, they act like beginners But all the bad girls, they know that they're sinners All the good girls are really good kissers But all the bad girls are really good strippers Baby, don't slow it down, let's keep going I think that you and I should lose clothing I think that all good girls just need coaching So let me show ya how, let's get on it Just let your body go We'll take it nice and slow Just let your mind be free And come in close to me Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they go to heaven But the bad girls, they get backstage Oh, the good girls, they- But the bad girls, they- Oh, the good girls, they- But the bad girls, they-

Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If we hear a story People lust for fame Like athletes in a game They break they collarbones And come up swinging Some of them are crowned Some of them are downed Some are lost and never found But most have seen it all They live their lives in sad cafés and music halls They always have a story Some make it when they're young Before the world has done its dirty job And later on, someone will say "You've had your day Now you must make way" But you'll never know the pain Of living with a name you never owned The years of forgetting what you know too well But you who gave the crown Have been let down You try to make amends Without defending Perhaps pretending You never saw the eyes Of a young soul of 25 That followed as you walk Asked for autographs Kissed you on the cheek You never quite believe They really loved you, never Some make it when they're old Perhaps they have a soul They're not afraid to bare Or perhaps there's nothing there Only their own story Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there Some people play a fine guitar I could listen to them play all day Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If you have a story