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

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

Back over time we were all trying for free
You met the porpoise and me
No right, no wrong, selling 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 it to the wick, ooh, Barracuda

Sell me, sell you the porpoise said
Dive down, deep down free 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

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn it to the wick, ahh, Barra, Barracuda

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