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 failsYou 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? OhBack 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 gameIf 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 tooAll that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly, silly foolsIf 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
Songwriters
ANN WILSON, MICHAEL JOSEPH DEROSIER, NANCY LAMOUREAUX WILSON, ROGER DOUGLAS FISHERPublished by
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