Meat Loaf — Bad Attitude

1 Bad Atitude 4:44 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
2 Modern Girl 4:24 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
3 Nowhere Fast 5:12 Jim Steinman
4 Surf’s Up 4:23 Jim Steinman
5 Piece of the Action 4:15 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
6 Jumpin’ the Gun 3:12 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
7 Cheatin’ in Your Dreams 4:08 John Parr
8 Don’t Leave Your Mark on Me 4:07 John Parr / Julia Downes
9 Sailor to a Siren 4:40 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee

Produced by Meat Loaf, Paul Jacobs & Mack.

Mixed by Mack.
Engineered by Femi Jiya.
Mixed at Musicland, Munich.
Mastered at Sterling Sounds by George Marino

Vocals: Meat Loaf.
Featured Male Vocal on “Bad Attitude”: Roger Daltrey.
Background Vocals: Clare Torry, Stephanie De-Sykes, Paul Jacobs & Wells Kelly.
Female Vocal on “Modern Girl”: Clare Torry.
Female Vocal on “Jumping the Gun”: Zee Carling.
Guitars: Bob Kulick.
Piano & Keyboards: Paul Jacobs.
Drums & Percussion: Wells Kelly.
Bass: John Siegler.
Bass on “Piece of the Action: Mo Foster.
Percussion on “Nowhere Fast” and “Jumpin’ the Gun”: Frank Ricotti.
Guitar solo on “Surf’s Up” and “Jumpin’ the Gun”: Paul Vincent.
Drums on “Surf’s Up”: Curt Cress.
Sax on “Cheatin’ in Your Dreams”: Ronnie Asprey.
Strings arranged by Paul Buckmaster & Paul Jacobs.
Fairlight Programmer: Steve Rance.

Original recordings produced by Alan Shacklock for Modern Media London Ltd.
Recorded at Marcus Music U.K. & Abbey Road Studios.
Sound Engineer: Julian Wheatly & Marcus Holmes-Newsome.
Assistant Engineer: Stephan Wissnet.
Production co-ordinator: Paul Morgan.

This album is dedicated to Pearl and Amanda.

RCA Records/US Edition

1 Bad Attitude 4:58 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
2 Modern Girl 4:28 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
3 Nowhere Fast 5:13 Jim Steinman
4 Surf’s Up 4:46 Jim Steinman
5 Piece of the Action 4:02 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
6 Jumpin’ tThe Gun 3:13 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
7 Sailor to a Siren 5:05 Paul Jacobs / Sarah Durkee
8 Don’t Leave Your Mark on Me 4:08 John Parr / Julia Downes
9 Cheatin’ in Your Dreams 4:16 John Parr

The US edition of “Bad Attitude” released on RCA Records contains a different mix and track order than the European/Arista version of the album. While the CD doesn’t contain additional credits, from the various singles we can assume that tracks 1, 2 an 7 were mixed by Harvey Goldberg, Bob Kulick, Paul Jacobs and Meat Loaf; track 4 was mixed by Josh Abbey, Bob Kulick, Paul Jacobs and Meat Loaf; and track 6 was mixed by Mack. All other tracks unknown.

Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Arista 206619 LP 1984 DE
2 Arista 259049 CD 19?? DE
3 RCA 07863 55451-2 CD 1993 USA different mix, trackorder

Bad Attitude

They say you never come home
Boy you been drivin’ too fast
When you gonna shape up?
How long is this gonna last?
You may be laughin’ today, but listen to some good advice
And take a look at tomorrow in a workin’ man’s red weary eyes

You gotta pick a career
Go for the gold
Smile for the camera
Do what you’re told
Well, you can take away the ladder ‘cuz I ain’t gonna climb it
If there’s a stairway to heaven—I swear I’m gonna find it

Yeah, there are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind every one
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to lose
Behind every man who has somethin’ to say
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to prove

And every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude

She says you never call
How come you’re actin’ so tough?
You either hold me to tight or you don’t hold me enough
Don’t be afraid a’ me angel
I ain’t about to clip your wings
Just put your feet on the ground and your arms around the real thing

You gotta love me for keeps
Feather the neat
Plan for the future
Gimmee your best
Boy we’re never gonna have a normal family life
Steamin’ up and down the speedway on the back a’ your bike

Well there are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind every one
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to lose
Behind every man who has somethin’ to say
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to prove

And every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude

Man: Bad attitude
You got us tearin’ out hair
Such a bad attitude
Boy, you just don’t seem to care

We try to lay down the rules
But you were born to refuse
What’s the world gonna do with a boy like you?
You got it bad
You got a bad attitude...

Boy: You try to lay down the rules
But I was born to refuse
What’s the world gonna do with a man like you?
You got it bad
Oh, you got a bad attitude

Man:Oh, you got it bad
Boy:No, you got it bad
Man:You got it bad
Boy:Oh, you got it bad
Man:You got it bad
Boy:No, you got it bad
Both:You got a bad attitude....

Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy

There are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind every one
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to lose
Behind every man who has somethin’ to say
There’s a boy who had nothin’ to prove

Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once
Just a boy with a bad attitude

Oh, you got it bad
Oh, you got it bad
You got a bad attitude
You got it bad
Oh, you got it bad
You got a bad attitude....

Music: Paul Jacobs / Lyrics: Sarah Durkee
Published by King Dog Music (ASCAP)

Modern Girl

Once a beautiful Miss America married Mr Right
Had a little baby girl, born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time, now it’s a brand new world

Gimmee the future—gimmee the future
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
Gimmee the future—gimmee the future
Gimmeethe future with a modern girl

Somewhere just between the past and somethin’ dawnin’ new
There’s a break in the chain—a skip in the clock
Girl, that’s where I’m gonna find you

Between the boy I was before and what I’m gonna be
There’s a clash on the border—a flame in the sky
Girl, that’s where you’re gonna find me

Can’t ya hear the planet groanin’ like a broken down machine
Rusted with the guilty tears of fallen kings and queens
But you and I stand innocent—baby it’s a brand new world

Gimmee the future—gimmee the future
Gimmee the future with a modern girl
Gimmee the future—gimmee the future
Gimmee the future with a modern girl

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
(gimmee the future with a modern girl)

We’re the son and the daughter on a new freeway
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE—GIMMEE THE FUTURE)
Laughin’ while the road maps blow away
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE WITH A MODERN GIRL)
We’re the son and the daughter and we ain’t afraid
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE—GIMMEE THE FUTURE)
Won’t be makin’ the mistakes our fathers made
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE WITH A MODERN GIRL)

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
(gimmee the future with a modern girl)
(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Oh gimmee the future with a modern girl....

Once a beautiful Miss America married Mr Right
Had a little baby boy born a stormy night
But that was once upon a time—now it’s a brand new world

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Gimmee the future with a modern girl...
(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Gimmee the future with a modern girl...

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Gimmee the future with a modern girl...
(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Gimmee the future with a modern girl...

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
Won’t you gimmee the future with a modern girl...

We’re the son and the daughter on a new freeway
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE—GIMMEE THE FUTURE)
Laughin’ while the road maps blow away
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE WITH A MODERN GIRL)
We’re the son and the daughter and we ain’t afraid
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE—GIMMEE THE FUTURE)
Won’t be makin’ the mistakes our fathers made
(GIMMEE THE FUTURE WITH A MODERN GIRL)

(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
(gimmee the future with a modern girl)
(gimmee the future—gimmee the future)
(gimmee the future with a modern girl)....

Music: Paul Jacobs / Lyrics: Sarah Durkee
Published by King Dog Music (ASCAP)

Nowhere Fast

It’s getting cold, it’s getting dark—the nights are longer everyday
The air is heavy and the clouds will never burn away
And we’ve been waitin’ here so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like
To run into the fire, lookin’ straight into the—straight into the light

Your heart is tryin’ to rock but it can barely beat it all
Your souls is tryin’ to run but all your body does is crawl
You don’t need any signal
You don’t need any sign
Nothin’s gonna stop you once you cross over the line

I wanna tear it all apart
And take the clothes right off your back
We’re tearin’ down the highway
And we’re breakin’ away—
Breakin’ away—
Breakin’ away—
Breakin’ away from the pack
Ooh, breakin’ away from the pack

And if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll
And even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll

And your speed is all you need
All you ever need to know

You and me we’re goin’ nowhere slowly
And we gotta get away from the past
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast

Everybody’s goin’ nowhere slowly
They’re only fighting for the chance to be last
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast

It’s so much better goin’ nowhere fast!

You shouldn’t always see your world so clearly
You shouldn’t always know your place so well
And all we’re doin’ here is hangin’ around

And goin’ anywhere has gotta be heaven
Cuz stayin’ here has gotta be hell
And goin’ anywhere has gotta be heaven
Cuz stayin’ here has gotta be hell....

I’m getting lost, I’m getting found—I’m getting born again each day
We’re dyin’ on the vine until we finally—‘til we finally get away
The boundaries of this town are closin’ in just like a noose
The future is gonna rust if we don’t put it to—put it to some use

Your heart is tryin’ to rock but it can barely beat it all
Your soul is tryin’ to run but all your body does is crawl
You don’t need any signal
You don’t need any sign
Nothin’s gonna stop you once you cross over the line

I wanna tear it all apart
And take the clothes right off your back
We’re tearin’ down the highway
And we’re breakin’ away—
Breakin’ away—
Breakin’ away—
We’re breakin’ away from the pack
Ooh, breakin’ away from the pack

And if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll
And even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll

And your speed is all you need
All you ever need to know

You and me we’re goin’ nowhere slowly
And we gotta get away from the past
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast

Everybody’s goin’ nowhere slowly
They’re only fighting for the chance to be last
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast....
(repeat and fade)

Written by Jim Steinman
Published by Lost Boys Music/Texascity Music (BMI)

Surf’s Up

The waves are poundin’ on the sand tonight
I wanna to take your hand and make it feel so right
I know I’m ready and I’ll never be like this again
And the sky is trembling and the moon is pale
We’re on the edge of forever and we’re never gonna fail
I know you’re ready and we’re runnin’ on the back of the wind
And my body’s burnin’ like naked wire
I wanna turn on the juice
I wanna fall in the fire
I’m gonna drown in the ocean, in a bottomless sea
I’m gonna give you what I’m hopin’ you’ll be givin’ to me
And when the waves are poundin’ on the sand tonight
I want to take your hand and make it good and make it right
Now the sky is trembling and the moon is pale
We’re on the edge of forever and we’re never gonna fail—no!

How hard?
How hard?
How hard do I gotta try?
—I want all of your love
Surf’s up
—I need it so bad
Surf’s up
—I need it so bad
Surf’s up and so am I
—I gotta give you some love
Surf’s up and so am I....

And my body is burnin’ like naked wire
I wanna turn on the juice
I wanna fall in the fire
I’m gonna drown in the ocean, in the bottomless sea
I’m gonna give you what I’m hopin’ you’ll be givin’ to me
And when the waves are poundin’ on the sand tonight
I want to take your hand and make it good and make it right
Now the sky is trembling and the moon is pale
We’re on the edge of forever and we’re never gonna fail—no!

How hard?
How hard?
How hard do I gotta try?
—I want all of your love
Surf’s up
—I need it so bad
Surf’s up
—I need it so bad
Surf’s up and so am I
—I gotta give you some love
Surf’s up and so am I
Surf’s up and so am I
Surf’s up and so am I....

Written by Jim Steinman
Published by Lost Boys Music/Texascity Music (BMI)

Piece of the Action

Somewhere a red-eyed waitress
glances to another movie magazine
Down on the corner there’s a grocery boy
stuffin’ boxes fulla hungry dreams
Someone is cleanin’ up the offices
One window burnin’ in the dark
Somebody’s cryin’ is there any way
in hell to light a comet from a single spark?

Workin’ so hard I can’t remember much
about the freedom I been workin’ for
Felt like a prisoner ‘til I looked in your eyes
and saw a million wide open doors
Ya tell me, put a little money away
Well, every dog will have his day in time
Well I been slavin’ like a dog and I got nothin’ to show ya
but a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes

I want a piece—a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
A piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

Been livin’ just like my old man did
and neither one of us could get it right
Punchin’ in when the day begins
and punchin’ out the local boys at night
There’s someone leanin’ on a peelin’ porch
And someone leavin’ on a silver plane
And I finally know the man that I’d rather be
an’ girl, I won’t be back to getcha ‘til they know my name!

I want a piece—a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
A piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

Well they hand your paycheck every week
And steal a piece of your soul every day
Well, I don’t need no gold watch in fifty years—baby, let’s be golden today

I want a piece—a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
A piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

I want a piece—a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
Tired of breakin’ my back
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings....

I want a piece—a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
A piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

Somewhere a red-eyed waitress
glances to another movie magazine
Down on the corner there’s a grocery boy
stuffin’ boxes fulla hungry dreams....

Music: Paul Jacobs / Lyrics: Sarah Durkee
Published by King Dog Music (ASCAP)

JUMPIN’ THE GUN

Boy: Heaven blesses those who wait
Patience is a virtue son
Keep your toe on the line
Keep your foot on the brake
No sence jumpin’ the gun

Girl I’m tired a waitin’, you know life’s too short
Lemmee kiss ya ‘til the night is done
Ain’t no doubt about it, you’re my favourite sport
God, I wanna jump the gun

Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun?
Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun?

They say it doesn’t matter if ya win or lose
Only matters how ya play the game
Well, let me tell ya baby if I had to choose
Gotta win you now or go insane

Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun?
Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun?

Willya hold me like a trophy?
Willya burn up the track?
Willya love me when the title’s won?
Blow away the competition, baby—never look back
Honey willya jump the gun?

Girl: Gonna hold ya like a trophy
Gonna burn up the track
Gonna love ya when the title’s won
They’ll be eatin’ up the dust baby—never look back
Tonight I’m gonna jump…

Boy: Better get ready, better get set girl
This time we’re jumpin’ the gun
Ya think we’re goin’ to fast—ain’t seen nothin’ yet girl
This time we’re jumpin’ the gun

Girl: Ready, take your mark, oh, I just can’t wait
This time we’re jumpin’ the gun
Y’gotta break a couple rules if ya wanna break the tape
This time we’re jumpin’ the gun

Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun?
Feel like jumpin’ the gun, tonight I’m gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin’ some fun—how about jumpin’ the gun....

Music: Paul Jacobs / Lyrics: Sarah Durkee
Published by King Dog Music (ASCAP)

Cheatin’ in Your Dreams

You see me now as large as life
But underneath you knew it all so well
The hollow shell, no spark of life
Where once upon a time there beat a heart for you
And you knew it from the start
But you went and blew it, all away

And you knew how, yeah, you knew best
The strings to pull and the buttons to press
To wind me up, to make me shake
You controlling every move I made
I couldn’t see through it, all the pain
And you put me through it over and over again
Just tell me over and over and over…

How could you say there was no other?
Why is nothin’s what it seems?
You told me I’m your greatest lover
Do you even know what that word means?

You lovin’ is coolin’
Baby, who d’ya think you’re foolin’?
‘Cuz when I woke up I caught you cheatin’ in your dreams
When I woke up I caught you cheatin’ in your dreams

Stop it, stop it!
Don’t you say a word!
I felt my hands around your neck and everything went blurred!
Broken, broken!
She slipt from out my hands
She lie so still and lifeless, I cried, baby, baby, baby…

How could you say there was no other?
Why is nothin’s what it seems?
You told me I’m your greatest lover
Do you even know what that word means?

You lovin’ is coolin’
Baby, who d’ya think you’re foolin’?
‘Cuz when I woke up I caught you cheatin’ in your dreams
(cheatin’, cheatin’, cheatin’ in your dreams)
(cheatin’, cheatin’, cheatin’ in your dreams)

It was my dumb luck
I just came unstuck
When my whole world shook
I’d had about enough
When I woke up I caught you cheatin’ in your dreams
(cheatin’, cheatin’, cheatin’ in your dreams....)
(cheatin’, cheatin’, cheatin’ in your dreams....)

Written by John Parr
Published by Carbert Music Inc. (BMI)

Don’t Leave Your Mark on Me

Under Your Protective Wings
I walked into the night
And a thousand angry demons
Up and took a flight

And I went running through the fields
With a fever in my veins
And the rain came crashing down
And tried to clear my name

Above my head, all in red
I could see you, bearing down on me

I said, You’re not running out, no you’re leaving now
I will find you, there ain’t no way out
I’ll keep tracking you down in the still of the night
Mine forever, mine forever...

Don’t leave your mark on me, I need to reply
I’m not staying and I’m not just killing time
Don’t leave your mark on me, I have to reply
I’m not staying, I’m not staying no

Mistress of darkness
Accomplice of the night
A shadow in the doorway
Beckons me inside

And something let the way
Though I couldn’t see his face
And a voice from deep inside me
Seemed to get out of this place

In my head, all was said
As the jailor turned the key on me

He said, you’re not running out
No you’re not leaving now
He said there’s no way
There’s no way out

Don’t leave your mark on me, I need to reply
I’m not staying and I’m not just killing time
Don’t leave your mark on me, I have to reply
I’m not staying, I’m not staying no

This nightmare never ends
Memories of absent friends
Masked illusions stare at me
Point the finger silently
Stand accused as the jury stares
There’s a ghost in here somewhere
There’s a ghost in here somewhere

Don’t leave your mark on me
No need to reply
I’m not staying
I’m just killing time

Don’t leave your mark on me
I have to reply
I’m not staying no
I’m not staying no
I’m not staying no

(this nightmare never ends)
(memories of absent friends)
(this nightmare never ends)
(there’s a ghost in here somewhere)

(this nightmare never ends)
(memories of absent friends)
(this nightmare never ends)
(there’s a ghost in here somewhere)....

Written by John Parr / Julia Downes
Published by Carbert Music Inc. (BMI)

Sailor to a Siren

Long distance callin’ in the middle of a rainy night
So much static, hardly knew your voice
And you’ve been cryin’—want me to love you like I did before
Girl, when it comes to you, you know I got no choice

You put a storm inside me, I oughta head for a saver harbour
They all tell me to give you up but no man coulda tried any harder
Feels like an odyssey, it’s never gonna reach an end
Every time I hear you callin’ to me just want to feel you in my arms again

Like a sailor to a siren, like a moth to a flame
I know your love might be the death for me but I run to you just the same
Like a sailor to a siren nothin’s gonna keep us apart
Crashin’ over the wreckage of all the sailor’s broken hearts

Musta met you when we were livin’ in another time
Had nothin’ but the jealous gods to point our way
When men were sailors and a woman was a rocky shore
Wailin’ like a siren, leadin’ him astray

I got another woman and I know you got another man
They all me I should give you up but I don’t think that any mortal can
Feels like an odyssey that’s never gonna reach an end
Every time I hear you callin’ to me just want to feel you in my arms again

Like a sailor to a siren, like a moth to a flame
I know your love might be the death for me but I run to you just the same
Like a sailor to a siren, nothin’s gonna keep us apart
Crashin’ over the wreckage of all the sailor’s broken hearts

Gonna abandon ship, steal you from the cliff
Take you to a place where the gods can’t find us no more
Let the sailors listen to the sirens if they dare
Gonna be dancin’ on the water, drownin’ in your yellow hair....

Like a sailor to a siren, like a moth to a flame
I know your love might be the death for me but I run to you just the same
Like a sailor to a siren, nothin’s gonna keep us apart
Crashin’ over the wreckage of all the sailor’s broken hearts

Like a sailor to a siren, like a moth to a flame
I know your love could be the death for me but I run to you just the same
Like a sailor to a siren, nothin’s gonna keep us apart
Crashin’ over the wreckage of all the sailor’s broken hearts....
(repeat and fade)

Music: Paul Jacobs / Lyrics: Sarah Durkee
Published by King Dog Music (ASCAP)