1. KNOCK ON WOOD



I don't want to lose the good thing that I've got
If I do, I will surely, I will lose a lot

For your love is better
Than any love other I've know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby

I'm not superstitious about you, but I can't take a chance
Got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better
Than any other love I've known
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood

It's no secret that that woman fills my loving cup
She sees to it that I get enough
And her love is better
Than any other love I've known
It's like thunder It's like lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby

Aw, yeah
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood yes, I better
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood oh, knock on wood
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood you know I would, would
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood it's no secret
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood no, oh, better
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood hangin' above me
Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood I can't leave her
Yes you better knock, knock oh no, baby

Knock on wood, whoo!






2. PANIC IN DETROIT



He looked a lot like Che Guevara,
Drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion,
Such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone

Panic in Detroit

He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions

They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone

Panic in Detroit

Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher
Crouching in his overalls

I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights

Having scored a trillion dollars,
Made a run back home

Found him slumped across the table.
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit.
He'd left me an autograph
Let me collect dust.
I wish someone would phone

Panic in Detroit