Barracuda - Live in Atlantic City

So this ain't the end, I saw you again, today
 I had to turn my heart away
 Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone
 And tales, it never fails
 You lying so low in the weeds
 I bet you gonna ambush me
 You'd have me down, down, down on my knees
 Now wouldn't you, Barracuda? Oh
 Back over time we were all trying for free
 You met the porpoise and me
 No right, no wrong you're selling a song, a name
 Whisper game
 If the real thing don't do the trick
 You better make up something quick
 You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
 Oooo, Barracuda, oh yeah
 "Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
 Dive down deep to save my head
 You, I think you got the blues too
 All that night and all the next
 Swam without looking back
 Made for the western pools, silly, silly fools
 If 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
 Oooo, Barra-Barracuda