So this ain't the end, I saw you again, today
I had to turn my heart away
Smile like the sun, kisses for everyone
And tales, it never fails

You're lying so low in the weeds
I bet you're gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now won't ya? Barracuda, oh

Back over time we were all tryin' for free
You met the porpoise and me
No right, no wrong, you're sellin' a song, a name
Whisper game

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
Ooh, barracuda
Oh yeah

"Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep to save my head
You, I think you got the blues too
All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools
Silly, silly fools

If the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
Oh, barra, barra, barra, barracuda
Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Ann Wilson Dustin, Michael Joseph Derosier, Nancy Lamoureaux Wilson, Roger Douglas Fisher