Got to Give It Up (Live at RDS Hall, Dublin, Ireland, 7 June 1980)

[Intro] This is for all the people who do all these naughty things you shouldn't I have got to give it up I have got to give it up, oh, that stuff I have got to give it up I have got to give it up, oh, that stuff One, two, three, four One, two [Verse 1] Tell my mama, tell my pa Their fine young son didn't get far He made it to the end of a bottle Sittin' in a sleazy bar He tried hard, but his spirit broke He tried until he nearly choked But in the end he lost his bottle Drinkin' alcohol [Chorus] Got to give it up Got to give it up, that stuff Got to give it up Go to give it up, that stuff [Verse 2] Tell my brothers, tried to write Put pen to paper but I was frightened I couldn't seem to get the words out right Right, quite right Tell a-my sister I'm sinkin' slow Now and then I powder my nose But in the end, I lost a bottle Smashed in a casbah [Chorus] Got to give it up Oh, that stuff Got to give it up Oh, that stuff Look out [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Got to give it up Oh, that stuff You got to give it up Oh, the stuff [Verse 3] I been messin' with the heavy stuff For a time I couldn't get enough But I'm wakin' up and it's wearin' off Junk don't get you far Tell a-my Mama I'm comin' home And in my youth, I'm gettin' old And I think it's got control Mama, it's got control [Bridge] I've tried givin' it up It's rough You got to give it up Read all about it Oh, that stuff Got to give it up Oh, yeah [Guitar Solo] [Outro] I have got to give it up I have got to give it up, oh, that stuff I have got to give it up I am tryin' to give it up, oh, that stuff Thank you