Tina Turner and Rod Stewart - "Get Back" and More

Tina Turner & Rod Stewart – “Get Back” and “Hot Legs” – Live, 1981.

Great hair. Great legs. Great voices and great band. Don’t get much better than that folks!

When songs were still done by real musicians. This is what music is all about!

Lyrics:
“Get Back”
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn’t last
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California grass

Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Jojo

Go home

Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged, yeah
Oh, get back, Jo

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she’s got it coming
But she gets it while she can

Oh, get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Loretta, woo, woo

Go home

Oh, get back, yeah, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Yeah, get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged

Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Get back, Loretta
Your mommy’s waitin’ for you
Wearin’ her high-heel shoes
And a low-neck sweater
Get back home, Loretta

Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Oh, get back, get back
Get back, oh yeah

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
Get Back lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

“Hot Legs”
Who’s that knockin’ on my door?
It’s gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again, comin’ round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure you’re gone
I’m talkin’ to you
Hot legs, you’re wearin’ me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school?
I love you honey

You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don’t understand, I’m a working man
I’m gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you’re finished with me
I’m talkin’ to you
Hot legs, you’re an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you, honey

Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old,
He’s trudging sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
You’re makin’ me a physical wreck
I’m talkin’ to you
Hot legs in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you’re makin’ me a fool
I love you, honey

Hot legs, you’re makin’ your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you, honey

Hot legs you’re wearin’ me out
Hot legs you can scream and shout
Hot legs, you’re still in school
I love you, honey
Hot legs
Hot legs
Hot legs

Hot legs you’re well-equipped
Hot legs oh your pussy’s whipped
Hot legs I just love your lips
I love ya
I love ya
I love ya, honey
Hot legs
Hot legs
Hot legs
I love ya honey!