DEAD RINGER FOR LOVE
Meat Loaf: Lead Vocals
Davey Johnstone: Guitars
Steve Buslowe: Bass
Roy Bittan: Piano
Liberty DeVitto: Drums
Jimmy Maelen: Percussion
Neleam Ymmij: African Logs
Horns: Alan Rubin, Lou Marani, Lou Delgatto, Tom Malone
Backing vocals: Rory Dodd, Ted Neeley, Allan Nicholls and Eric Troyer and Rhonda Coullet
  DEAD RINGER FOR LOVE

Boy :
Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream—I need a car
You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone—baby baby

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I —oh we got better things to do

I don't know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby
But you're everything I'm dreaming of

I don't know who you are
But you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

Girl:
Ever since I can remember you've been hangin' around this joint
You've been trying to look away but now you finally got the point
I don't have to know your name and I won't tell you what to do
But a girl she doesn't live by only rock 'n roll and brew—baby baby baby

Both: Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
Boy : They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Both: Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
Boy : I know that you and I—we got better things to do

Boy :
I don't know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you're not around
Girl: I don't know anything about you baby
Boy : But you're everything I'm dreaming of

Girl: I don't know who you are
Boy : But you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love....

Boy : Oooh, you got the kind of legs that do more than walk
Girl: I don't have to listen to your whimpering talk

Boy : Listen, you got the kind of eyes that do more than see
Girl: You got a lot of nerve to come on to me

Boy : Aah, you got the kind of lips that do more than drink
Girl: You got the kind of mind that does less than think

Girl:
But since I'm feeling kinda lonely my defenses are low
Why don't we give it a shot, and get it ready to go
I'm looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
And I want to tell my daddy I'll be missing in action

Ever since I can remember I've been hanging around this joint
My daddy never noticed it, now he'll finally get the point
Boy :
You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone—baby baby baby baby baby

Both:
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I—oh we got better things to do
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you

Girl: I don't know who you are
Boy : Or what you do
Girl: Or where you go
Boy : When you're not around
Girl: I don't know anything about you baby
Boy : But you're everything I'm dreaming of

Both:
I don't know who you are
But you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

BV's:
Dead ringer for love
Dead ringer for love—dead ringer…
Dead ringer for love—dead ringer…