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