COLD SWEAT                                                                                      
(P. Lynott / J. Sykes)  

I put my money in a suitcase and headed for the big race,
I felt a chill on my backbone, as I hung up the telephone...

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat, running down the back of my neck,
to lose means trouble, to win pays double and I got me a heavy bet...
Cold, cold sweat...

They say chances on the outside are looking pretty sli-i-im,
I feel so lucky on the inside, I feel I'm gonna win...

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat, running down the back of my neck,
take a little money, there's nothing left to lose and I got me a heavy bet...
Cold, cold sweat...

I've got a whole month's wages, I haven't seen that much in ages,
I might spend it in stages and move out to Las Vegas...

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat, running down the back of my neck,
to lose means trouble, to win pays double and I got me a heavy bet...
Cold, cold sweat...

I put my money in a suitcase...   
They say chances on the outside...
I got a whole months wages...   
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat, stone cold crazy, place another bet!