Rebel Yell - Radio Edit
(Come on, come on)
(Ah, you know what it is)
(Ha ha, bring it)
Last night a little dancer
Came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumpin' on my floor
She said "Come on baby
I gotta a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above", because
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (Yeah, gah)
In the midnight hour
Baby, more, more, more (sing it)
With a rebel yell (with a rebel yell)
More, more, more (yeah, more)
More, more, more
(Ha)
She don't love slavery
She won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
Sh-ees me to bed (come on)
What set you free
And brought you me, babe?
What set you free?
I need you here by me (ha), because
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more" (sing it, come on)
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (with a rebel yell)
(Yeah)
Oh yeah, little baby
She want more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the Seven Eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long
It don't mess up his hair
(A million times for you)
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (come on)
In the midnight hour
Baby, more, more, more (with a rebel yell)
With a rebel yell (yeah)
More, more, more (more)
More, more, more
(With a rebel yell)
(Ah, you know what it is)
(Ha ha, bring it)
Last night a little dancer
Came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumpin' on my floor
She said "Come on baby
I gotta a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above", because
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (Yeah, gah)
In the midnight hour
Baby, more, more, more (sing it)
With a rebel yell (with a rebel yell)
More, more, more (yeah, more)
More, more, more
(Ha)
She don't love slavery
She won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
Sh-ees me to bed (come on)
What set you free
And brought you me, babe?
What set you free?
I need you here by me (ha), because
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more" (sing it, come on)
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (with a rebel yell)
(Yeah)
Oh yeah, little baby
She want more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the Seven Eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long
It don't mess up his hair
(A million times for you)
In the midnight hour
She cried "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell
She cried "More, more, more" (come on)
In the midnight hour
Baby, more, more, more (with a rebel yell)
With a rebel yell (yeah)
More, more, more (more)
More, more, more
(With a rebel yell)
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Stevens, Billy Idol
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