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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
On the day I was born
The rain fell down There was trouble brewin' in my home town It was the seventh day I was the sixth son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I said no I do the bad boy boogie Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad I had me more dirty women than most men ever had All you women come along with me And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be I said right and they said left I said east and they said west I said up and they said down I do the bad boy boogie All over town I wouldn't tell you no story Tell you no lie I was born to love till the day I die I just line 'em up And I knock 'em down And they all came a runnin' when the word got around Just keep a runnin' (Bad boy boogie) I said up They said down (Bad boy boogie) They said straight I said round (Bad boy boogie) They said lost I said found (Bad boy boogie) I said free And they said bound Bad boy boogie Do the bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Well it's a dog eat dog, eat cat too The French eat frog, and I eat you Business man when you make a deal Do you know who you can trust Do you sign your life away Do you write your name in dust Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog Dog eat dog, read the news Someone win, someone lose Up's above and down's below And limbo's in between Up you win, down you lose It's anybody's game Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog And it's a eye for eye Tooth for tooth It's a lie That's the truth See the blind man on the street Lookin' for somethin' free Hear the kind man ask his friend What's in it for me Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog... |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long
Doin' drugs an' drinkin' whiskey Baby since you been gone Ain't no one I know do it as good as you Lickin' on that lickin' stick the way you do You got the lips to make a strong man weak And a heathen pray Tell you ain't just the way you speak You know it's just the way you go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Mary, Mary, you're the one for me And the way you hum Sting like a bumble bee I'll be 'round to see you 'bout half past ten Ain't felt this good Since I don't know when You got the touch that I need so much In your finger tips I got the honey that ya love to taste On those lovely lips so go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Ooh, baby rub it on Ya know it's sticky and sweet And it's been so long And no else got a touch like you I let you do the things to me I let no other woman do Feels good, feels good, oh yeah You do it like you should Oh yeah yeah I loved you so much Make me so glad I'm a man, go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Hey you - Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fools me around What's she doing to me? Out for satisfaction, any piece of action That ain't the way it should be She needs love, smells out a man She's gotta see Pours my beer, licks my ear Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't a bad place to be Spends my money, drinks my booze, stays out every night And I got to thinking, "Hey, just a minute, something ain't right" Disillusions and confusion Make me want to cry All the same, you lead your games Tellin' me your lies Don't mind her playing a demon As long as it's with me If this is hell then you could say It's heavenly Hell ain't a bad place to be Late at night turns down the lights Closes up on me Opens my heart, tears it apart Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't no bad place to be |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
In the beginning, back in 1955 Man didn't know about a rock and roll show and all that jive The white man had the smarts, the black man had the blues None knew what they were going to do but Tchaikovsky had the news Let there be sound, there was sound Let there be light, there were lights Let there be drums, there were drums Let there be guitars, there were guitars Owwww, Let there be Rock Whoa And it came to pass, that Rock and Roll was born All across the land every rockin' band was blowing up a storm The guitar man got famous, the business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar with a seven year itch There were 15 million fingers learning how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' and this is what hey had to say! Let there be light, sound, drums, guitars Owwww, let there be Rock (Angus rips it up!) One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band The music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - "Let there be rock" |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
I never smoked me no cigarettes
I never drank much booze But I'm only a man doncha understand A man can sometimes lose You gave me somethin' I never had Pulled me down with you Hit me up with a big hunka love Hope you can pull you through I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true, Ain't nothin' I can do I overdosed on you Oh woman you give to me More than I can take But listen honey I don't mind You're a habit I don't wanna break Don't want me none of that harder stuff Don't need it anymore I'm in hell and I'm sinkin' fast And I don't need no cure I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true Ain't nothin' I can do I overdosed on you I was as happy as a man can be To far gone to save Died of love and plenty of Just write on my grave I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true There's nothin' I can do I overdosed on you On you On you, on you All over you, all over you, all over I overdosed, overdosed Overdosed on you Overdosed, aaaahhhh |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Cop this I'm hot, and when I'm not I'm cold as ice Get out of my way Just Step aside Or pay the price What I want I take What I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child I'm a problem child, yes I am I'm a problem child And I'm wild Make my stand No man's land On my own Man in blue It's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash What I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child, hey I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Just runnin' wild Just watch your step Every night Street light I drink my booze Some run Some fight But I win they lose What I need I like What I don't I fight And I don't like you Say bye bye While you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
gonna tell you a story 'bout a woman I now when it comes to loven O, she steels the show she aint exactly pretty she aint exactly small 42 39 56 you could say she got it all oh, never had a woman, never had a woman like you doing all the things, doing all the things that you do aint no fairy story, ain't not skin and bone but you give it all you got, weighing in at 19 stone you're a whole lotta woman, a whole lotta woman you're a whole lotta rosie, a wole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie you're a whole lotta woman hunny you could do it, do it to me all night long hunny wanna turn, hunny oh you really turn me on all through the night time, all round the clock Lord have mercy don't you ever stop She's a whole lotta women, a whole lotta women She's a whole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie She's a whole lotta women |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Are you ready
Are you ready Are you ready Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line Looking for some meat (heat?) She take you high When you feel her sting She make you fly And you know you're coming Who all need it - who Who all need it - you Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do) You all breathe it, we all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time She making eyes At everything she meet ain't it a crime When she make you pump heat She make you fly Because that's her thing She make you dry And you know you're broken in Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do) You all breathe it, we all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Get with it Who all need it, who all need it You all breathe it, we all breathe it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Are you ready for a good time Are you ready Are you ready for a good time I want a good time Are you ready for a good time Are you, are you ready Are you ready for a good time Good, good, good, good time Are you ready for a good time Are you ready, ready, ready Are you ready for a good time Are you ready for a good time |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Back in black
I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about Lookin' at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Back in the back Of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet I'm a power pack Yes, I'm in a band, with a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm back on the track And I'm beatin' the flack Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I'm just makin' my play Don't try to push your luck Just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Oh yeah Oh yeah Yes I am Hey yeah, yeah oh yeah Back in now Well I'm hey hey hey hey, I'm back Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey Back in black Yes I'm back in black Out of sight |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
The song in question is Loch Lomond,
which goes something like the following: I'll take the high road And you'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye But me and my true love Will never meet again On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond Here is the complete song.... By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'. where me and my true love were ever wont to gae On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. 'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in his bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the phone, I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36, hey I lead a life of crime Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) You got problems in your life of love You got a broken heart He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start, fella Pick up the phone, I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in, forget 'bout him We'll have ourselves a ball, hey Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Oh (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah If you got a lady and you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' at you night and day Enough to drive you nuts Pick up the phone, leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee, I'm happy to be Your back door man, hey Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT (Done dirt cheap) Neck ties, contracts, high voltage (Done dirt cheap) Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds ... Done dirt cheap Dirty deeds Dirty deeds, dirty deeds Done dirt cheap, yeah |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Wild beast
I'll make you mine Taste your kiss Sweet lips divine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves, legs that'll break your nerves Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns That lady bites Hard style Drips of sex Eyes are wild She got moves Long long legs She got eyes of blue, body curves, Legs that'll shake the earth Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Oh yeah, yeah
Whoa, oh oh We roll tonight To the guitar bite Yeah yeah Oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail, hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with a guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you, yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oh, salute We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire! - we salute you Oh, for those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire! - we salute you Fire - we salute you We salute you, come on For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! For those who give, for those who take Those left high and those on the make We salute you, yeah We salute you We salute you We salute you Fire! |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Gettin' ready to rock, gettin' ready to roll
Gonna turn up the heat, gonna fire up the coal I gotta keep that motor turnin' I gotta keep that engine clean I gotta keep those tyres burnin' I've got the best you've ever seen Cos I'm a heatseeker, chargin' up the sky Heatseeker, and I, don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break, get ready to go Get your shoes off an' shake, get your head down and blow Ya gotta keep that woman firin' You gotta keep that circuit clean You gotta make her sound the siren You gotta hear that lady scream Cos I'm a heatseeker, burnin' up the town Heatseeker, I don't, I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down, here it comes Heatseeker Wanna see you get up, see the whites of your eyes I'm a heatseeker I'm gonna measure you, gonna try you for size I'm a heatseeker Ya gotta keep that motor turnin' Ya gotta keep that engine clean Ya gotta keep those tyres burnin' I got the best you've ever seen I'm a heatseeker I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down I'm a heatseeker, I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker Out on the street feel the heat |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's putting up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you Hell's bells Yeah, hell's bells You got me ringing, hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if God's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you Hell's bells Ah, hell's bells You got me ringing, hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells Hell's bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's bells, he's ringing them now Hell's bells, the temperature's high Hell's bells, across the sky Hell's bells, they're takin' you down Hell's bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's bells, gonna split the night Hell's bells, there's no way to fight, yeah Hell's bells |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands and You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way and You wanna know what I'm all about Come on let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll (mumble, mumble...) Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Livin' easy
Lovin' free Season ticket on a one way ride Askin' nothin' Leave me be Takin' everythin' in my stride Don't need reason Don't need rhyme Ain't nothin' I'd rather do Goin' down Party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs Speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel Gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan Payin' my dues Playin' in a rocking band Hey momma Look at me I'm on my way to the Promised Land I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell Mmm, don't stop me Ehh, ehh, oww I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to... Hellllllll Highway to hell (I'm on the highway to hell) Highway to hell (Highway to hell) Highway to hell (I'm on the highway to hell) Highway to Hell And I'm goin' down, all the way, wowwww I'm on the highway to hell |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't living alone Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang I'm breakin' out and headin' home Gonna make a jailbreak And I'm lookin' towards the sky I'm gonna make a jailbreak Oh, how I wish that I could fly All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty Got to be free Jailbreak, let me out of here Jailbreak, sixteen years Jailbreak, had more than I can take Jailbreak, yeah" He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up He had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere And people started to scream Big man lying on the ground With a hole in his body Where his life had been But it was - All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty I got to be free Jailbreak, jailbreak I got to break out Out of here Heartbeats they were racin' Freedom he was chasin' Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing But he made it out With a bullet in his back |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news, he said Let there be sound, and there was sound Let there be light, and there was light Let there be drums, there was drums Let there be guitar, there was guitar Let there be rock And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowin' up a storm And the guitar man got famous The business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar With a seven year itch There was fifteen million fingers Learnin' how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' And this is what they had to say Let there be light, sound, drums, guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand There was a 42 decibel rockin' band And the music was good And the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd Let there be rock |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, all for a price Where the red hot girls keep on dancin' through the night The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do? That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you want it all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk A French maid, foreign chef A big house with king size bed You had enough, you ship 'em out The dollar's up, down, you better buy the pound The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do? That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks, yeah, yeah Money talks, B.S. walks Money talks, come on, come on Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
All you women who want a man of the street
You don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn I'm gonna take you down Down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah I'm like evil, I get under your skin Just like a bomb that's ready to blow Cause I'm illegal, I got everything That all you women might need to know I'm gonna take you down down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough, I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Oh Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again Yeah Shoot you down Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill, shoot to thrill |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-La I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champagne on ice CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi See me ride out of the sunset On your colour TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode I'm dirty, mean, mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand? So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you mess me 'round 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) Watch me explode |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
She gave me the queen
She gave me the king She was wheelin' and dealin' Just doin' her thing She was holdin' a pair But I had to try Her deuce was wild But my ace was high But how was I to know That she'd been dealt with before? Said she'd never had a full house But I should have known From the tattoo on her left leg And the garter on her right She'd have the card to bring me down If she played it right She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She played 'em fast And she played 'em hard She could close her eyes And feel every card But how was I to know That she'd been shuffled before? Said she'd never had a royal flush But I should have known That all the cards were comin' From the bottom of the pack And if I'd known what she was dealin' out I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and who knows what else? She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack She gave me the Jack, hey She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, can't ya tell? She's got the Jack Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack You never know, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and it hurts! She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oooooh! "Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks. Goodnight and God bless!" |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh
Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) (Thunder) (Thunder) (Thunder) I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) Looked around And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) My mind raced And I thought, "What can I do?" (Thunder) And I knew There was no help, no help from you (Thunder) Sound of the drums Beatin' in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart You've been thunderstruck Went down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah, Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds And I was shakin' at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah, the ladies were too kind You've been thunderstruck Thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Ooh, thunderstruck Yeah Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Thunderstruck Thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, yeah yeah yeah Said yeah, it's alright We're doing fine Yeah, it's alright We're doing fine, so fine Thunderstruck, yeah yeah yeah Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck Whoa baby baby, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) You've been thunderstruck |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
The video game says "Play me"
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one Feeling running down your spine Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you Through and through The databank knows my number Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year Feel it when I turn the screw Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do Do to you CHORUS: Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, who? And who made who? Who made who, who turned the screw? Satellites send me picture Get it in the eye, take it to the world (take it to the wire) Spinning like a dynamo Feel it going round and round Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town So don't look down, no CHORUS Ain't nobody told you, who made who? |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh, she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty She ain't exactly small 42-39-56 You could say she's got it all Never had a woman, never had a woman like you Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin-and-bones But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long Only one can turn, only one can turn me on All through the night-time Right around the clock To my suprise, Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies And knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls started shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it And you Shook me all night long Yeah, you Shook me all night long Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine Wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and come back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing But the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it And you Shook me all night long Yeah, you Shook me all night long And knocked me out, I said, you Shook me all night long You had me shaking and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me When you took me Ah, you Shook me all night long You really took me and you Shook me all night long Yeah yeah, you Shook me all night long You really got me and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me Yeah, you shook me all night long |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Back in Black, I hit the sack
It's been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose from the noose That's kept me hanging around. I've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high, Forget the hearse cause I never die. I got nine lives, cat's eyes, Abusin' every one of them and running wild 'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Oh, I'm Back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back, back. Well, I'm back in black, back in black! Ow! Back in the back of a Cadillac, Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack. Yes, I'm in a bang, with a gang, They've got to catch me if they want me to hang, Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin the flack, Nobody's gonna get me on another rap. So look at me now, I'm just makin' my play, Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back, back. Well, I'm back in black, back in black, ow |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
If you're havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed [...but not in his debt] Here's what you gotta do - Pick up the phone I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey [36 24 36 8] I lead a life of crime Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap You got problems in your life of love You got a broken heart (She's) He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start - fella Pick up the phone I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in Forget about him We'll have ourselves a ball Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap If you got a lady and you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' at you night and day Enough to drive you nuts - Pick up the phone Leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee I'm happy to be Your back door man Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done Dirt Cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done Dirt Cheap |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
We roll tonight [We're on tonight]
To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oooh, salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you (x4) Shoot, shoot (x2) For those of you, for those who ???? Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you (x3) Fire |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
(Oooh, we're gettin' ready
Ow Here we go hahaha I'm ready Oooh) Getting ready to rock Getting ready to roll I'm gonna turn up the heat I'm gonna fire up the coal I gotta keep that motor turning I gotta keep that engine clean I gotta keep those tires burning I've got the best you've ever seen And I'm a heatseeker charging up the sky And I'm a heatseeker, and I, I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head down and blow You gotta keep that woman firing You gotta keep that serpent clean You gotta make her sound the siren You gotta hear that lady scream Cause I'm a heatseeker, burning up the town And I'm a heatseeker, I don't, I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down Don't hose me down (Aw yeah, here ya go, yow! Ready? Heatseeker!) I wanna see you get up And see the whites of your eyes And I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker, yeah! I'm gonna measure you up I'm gonna try you for size And I'm a heatseeker Gotta keep that motor turning You gotta keep that engine clean You gotta keep those tires burning I've got the best you've ever seen And I'm a heatseeker, and I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down, woah I'm a heatseeker And I'm a heatseeker Heatseeker Out on the street feel the heat |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's putting up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you *Hell's Bells Yeah, Hell's Bells You got me ringing Hell's Bells My temperature's high, Hell's Bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you *Repeat yeow Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now Hell's Bells, the temperature's high Hell's Bells, across the sky Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's Bells, gonna split the night Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah Ow, ow, ow, ow Hell's Bells |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Tailored suits, chauffered cars
Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, up for a price Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you want it all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk A French maid, foreign chef A big house with king size bed You've had enough, you ship them out The dollar's up - down, you'd better buy the pound The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Moneytalks, yeah, yeah Money talks, B.S. walks Money talks, come on, come on Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Moneytalks, moneytalk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah, yeah Moneytalks |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
All you women who want a man of the street
You don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn I'm gonna take you down Down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah I'm like evil, I get under your skin Just like a bomb that's ready to blow Cause I'm illegal, I got everything That all you women might need to know I'm gonna take you down down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough, I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Oh Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again Yeah Shoot you down Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill, shoot to thrill |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi See me ride out of the sunset On your colour TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode I'm dirty, mean, mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand? So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you mess me 'round 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) Watch me explode |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Here's a song of the record High Voltage
This one is a song about the clap Now we call it `She's got the Jack' We'd like to give this one to you Psssst Gonorrhea, oh no, I just had my first dose Of gonorrhea She gave me her mind Then she gave me her body But it seems to me That she gave it to anybody But I made her cry And I made her scream (scream for me) [Audience screams] I took her high And I curdled her cream But how was I to know that she had been there before She told me she was a virgin She was number nine, ninety-nine on the clinical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack (I hate to tell you this darling) I searched her mind And then I searched her body ...But so did everybody But she gave me her heart And she gave me her soul And a great, big - warn out Empty hole But how was I to know it had been filled in before She said, "Bon, I've never had the urgency" She was number nine, ninety-nine on the critical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack (I'll kill her) (Oh and it hurts) You know, I woke up one morning, and there it was on the sheets - the clap Now I know you all call it the clap over here so what I'm gonna do I'm gonna say "She's got the --", and I want you all to shout out Just what it is she's got, in this case it's the clap And if you wanna know who gave it to her, don't look at me She's got the ... (I wanna hear your voices) She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap (That guy down there, whatta you doing?) She's got the ... clap (Yeah, you show me) She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap (She got that too, ha?) She's got the ... clap (I think what she needs ... is an Angus Young penicilian) Angus Young Alright She's got the Jack Oh yes she has |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
(Thunder) (x10)
I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) [...of a lightning attack] I looked round And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) My mind raced And I thought what could I do (Thunder) And I knew There was no help, no help from you (Thunder) Sound of the drums Beatin' in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart You've been - thunderstruck [Rode | Went] down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds I was shakin' at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah the ladies were too kind You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Yeah Oh, thunderstruck, yeah Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Said yeah, it's alright We're doing fine Yeah, it's alright We're doing fine (So fine) Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah, Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
The video game says "Play me"
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one Feeling running down your spine Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you Through and through The databank knows my number Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year Feel it when I turn the screw Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do Do to you *Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up the glue,...)(?) Who made who, who turned the screw? Satellites send me picture Get it in the eye, take it to the world (take it to the wire) spinning like a dynamo Feel it going round and round Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town So don't look down, no *Repeat Ain't nobody told you, who made who? |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six You could say she's got it all Never had a woman Never had a woman like you Doing all the things Doing all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin and bone But you give it all you got Weighing in at nineteen stone *You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Oh honey you can do it Do it to me all night long Only one to turn Only one to turn me on All through the night time And right around the clock To my surprise Rosie never stops *Repeat |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were makin it and you - *Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me all night long Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing 'Cause the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were makin it and you - *Repeat And knocked me out and then you Shook me all night long You had me shakin' and you Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me Well you took me You really took me and you Shook me all night long Ooooh you Shook me all night long Yeah, yeah, you Shook me all night long Your really took me and you Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me All night long |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
The following is a true story
Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty - Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you got the dollar, we got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeh boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Momma whose a hummer (and I've gota mama, whose a hummer) Whose keeping me alive ((just) keepin' me alive) While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys (while I'mdoin' drinkin She's working 9 to 5 (with the boys) (She) knows her place that woman Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, "Look at me" In my rock 'n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire Repeat "Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour?" "Oh yea... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport" |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Well I'm ever upper-class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all And my balls are always bouncing And my ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire I've got big balls Oh, I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night Oh, we've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Dirty big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all Oh, we've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls/And I'm just itching to tell you about them Dirty big balls/Oh we had such wonderful fun He's got big balls/Seafood cocktail She's got big balls/Crabs But we've got the biggest balls of them all(crayfish) Oh, bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Eh-yeah |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
If you're, havin' trouble with the high school head, he's givin' you the blues. You wanna graduate but not in his bed, here's what you gotta' do. Pick up the phone, I'm always home, call me anytime, Just ring 36,24,36, hey! I lead a life of crime, Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. You got problems in your life of love, you've got a broken heart. He's double dealin' with your best friend, thats when the teardrops start, fella'. Pick up the phone, I'm here alone, oh make a social call. Come right in, forget about him, we'll have ourselves a ball. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. If 'ya, got a lady and 'ya want her gone, but you ain't got the guts. She keeps naggin' at 'ya night and day, enough to drive you nuts. Pick up the phone, leave her alone. It's time you made a stand. For a fee, I'm happy to be, your back door man. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT! Done dirt cheap! Neckties, contracts, high voltage! Done dirt cheap! Dirty Deeds, done dirt cheap! Dirty Deeds, done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds! Doin' what I think you want me to! Done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds, dirty deeds. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap! Yaaahhhhh! |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
You never told me where you came from
You never told me your name I didn't know if you were legal tender But I spent you just the same I didn't think it could happen to me But I fell in love in the first degree It was love at first feel (I was touched with too much) They told me it was disgustin They told me it was a sin They saw me knocking on your front door And they saw me smile when you let me in You and me baby we're all alone Let's get something goin While your mum and dad ain't home It was love at first feel (Feel good just like I knew it would) |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Cop this I'm hot, and when I'm not I'm cold as ice Get out of my way Just Step aside Or pay the price What I want I take What I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child I'm a problem child, yes I am I'm a problem child And I'm wild Make my stand No man's land On my own Man in blue It's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash What I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child, hey I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Just runnin' wild Just watch your step Every night Street light I drink my booze Some run Some fight But I win they lose What I need I like What I don't I fight And I don't like you Say bye bye While you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
It's another lonely evening
In another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed Ain't too young to admit it No, I'm not too old to lie I'm just another empty head That's why I'm lonely I'm so lonely But I know what I'm gonna do I'm gonna ride on (Ride on) (Ride on) Standing on the edge of the road (Ride on) Thumb in the air (Ride on) One of these days I'm gonna (Ride on) Change my evil ways Till then I'll just keep riding on Broke another promise Now I broke another heart But I ain't too young to realize That I ain't too old to try Try to get back to the start And it's another red light nightmare Ooh, another red light street And I ain't too old to hurry 'Cause I ain't too old to die But I sure am hard to beat But I'm lonely Lord I'm lonely What am I gonna do? (Ride on) (Ride on) Got myself a one-way ticket (Ride on) (Ride on) Going the wrong way (Ride on) Gonna change my evil ways (Ride on) One of these days One of these days Ride on Ride on I'm gonna ride on Ride on, looking for a truck Ride on Ride on, keep on riding Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on (Ride on) (Ride on) Gonna have myself a good time (Ride on) Ooh yeah (Ride on) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ride on) One of these days (Ride on) One of these days |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a right out of controller, i'm a wheeler, i'm dealer i'm a wicked woman stealer, i'm a cruiser, i'm recluse a rockin rollin man i got slicked back hair, skin tight jeans, cadillac car and a tean age dream i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man :D Angus Young Solo :D i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man * more amazing Angus solo * i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin, rockin rollin man ow! wooo! wanna jive honey come on spin you round o ya i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, look at me roll |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
she said she'd never been..mmm never been touched before she said she never been this far before she said she never like'd mmmm..to be excited she said she allways had had to fight it (and she never won) she said she'd never been never been ball'ed before and i don't think (yeah) she'll ever ball no more (fixed her good) (hey) (Squealer) when i held her hand (Squealer) i made her understand (Squealer) when i kiss'ed her lips (Squealer) sucked herfinger tips (hey) (Squealer) ooo it started getting hot (Squealer) made it hard to stop (Squealer) got to much (Squealer) i think i got a magic touch (owww) ***solo*** (yoww) Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer (hell yeah) Squealer she was a Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer she was a squealllll Squealer she never been Squealer she had'nt been Squealer Squealer Squealer (Squealer) Squealer she was a Squealer Squealer |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Well me and the boys Are out to have some fun Gonna put on a show Come on let's go CHORUS: There's gonna be some rockin' There's gonna be some rockin' There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight Every night There's a rock 'n' roll Queen Gonna quiver and quake Gonna shake her thing CHORUS (It's a rock 'n' roll show) We got a big fat sound Wanna share it round Got a big bass drum Gonna have some fun CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be I know I ain't doing much Doing nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock 'n' roller welfare Sitting in my Cadillac Listening to my radio Suzy baby get on in Tell me where she want to go I'm living in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline CHORUS: I've got holes in my shoes And I'm way overdue Down payment blues Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can't even feed my cat On social security Hiding from the rent man Oh it makes me want to cry Sheriff knocking on my door Ain't it funny how the time flies Sitting on my sailing boat Sipping off my champaign Suzy baby all at sea Say she want to come again Feeling like a paper cup Blowing down a storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford (a cabaret?) CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
She had the way
Had the way The way of letting me know She knew the game Called the play Oh she hit me low She said, Now you go your way I'll go mine And that's a start Doctor, doctor Ain't no cure For the pain in my heart CHORUS: Gimme a bullet to bite on Something to chew Gimme a bullet to bite on And I'll make believe I'll make believe it's you Don't need no drink Don't need no drug Don't need no sympathy Sooner or later Send me a bill For what she's doing to me Operator Long distance lips On the telephone Come tomorrow Come to grips With me all alone CHORUS Bullet to bite on |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Two faced woman with the two faced lies
I hope your two faced living made you satisfied Tell me baby I was your only one While you've been running around town with every mother's son Told your story about the women like you Told your story about the things you do I used to think that you were sugar and spice I should've listened to my mother's advice CHORUS: Kicked in the teeth again Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win Kicked in the teeth again Ain't this misery ever gonna end? And I've been kicked in the teeth Kicked in the teeth again Two faced woman, such a crying shame Don't know nothing, you're all the same You run around, hope you had your fun You never know who's gonna win till the race been run CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio It ain't humid but it sure is hot Down in Mexico The boy is trying to tell me Near enough to the edge (?) Say they've all been there Too late my friend CHORUS: Riff raff Always good for a laugh (ha ha ha) Riff raff Go on, laugh yourself in half (Smile awhile) Now I'm the kind of guy who keeps his big mouth shut Don't bother me Somebody give me one arm up Leave me in misery I've never shot nobody Don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just having fun CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Well I tied my baby to the railroad track
Cannonball down the line Giving that woman just a one more chance To give it to me one more time Engineer wishing he was home in bed Dreaming about Casey Jones Wide-eyed woman heading a mile ahead Thinking about broken bones CHORUS: It's her love that I want It's her love that I need It's her love got to have It's her love Heavenly body flying across the sky Superman was out of town Come on honey, gotta change your tune Cause it's a long way down Clark Kent looking for a free ride Thinking about Louise Lane It's a bird, it's a plane, it's - a suicide And that'd be a shame CHORUS But what's next to the moon? Long Arm looking for a fingerprint Trying to find the mystery clue Hitting me with the third degree Working on a thumb screw Alright, officer, I confess Everything's coming back I didn't mean to hurt that woman of mine It was a heart attack CHORUS What's next to the moon |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
On the day I was born
The rain fell down There was trouble brewin' in my home town It was the seventh day I was the sixth son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I said no I do the bad boy boogie Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad I had me more dirty women than most men ever had All you women come along with me And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be I said right and they said left I said east and they said west I said up and they said down I do the bad boy boogie All over town I wouldn't tell you no story Tell you no lie I was born to love till the day I die I just line 'em up And I knock 'em down And they all came a runnin' when the word got around Just keep a runnin' (Bad boy boogie) I said up They said down (Bad boy boogie) They said straight I said round (Bad boy boogie) They said lost I said found (Bad boy boogie) I said free And they said bound Bad boy boogie Do the bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands and You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way and You wanna know what I'm all about Come on let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll (mumble, mumble...) Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news, he said Let there be sound, and there was sound Let there be light, and there was light Let there be drums, there was drums Let there be guitar, there was guitar Let there be rock And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowin' up a storm And the guitar man got famous The business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar With a seven year itch There was fifteen million fingers Learnin' how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' And this is what they had to say Let there be light, sound, drums, guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand There was a 42 decibel rockin' band And the music was good And the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd Let there be rock |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm hot, and when I'm not
I'm cold as ice Get out of my way, just step aside Or pay the price What I want I take, what I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife, I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Feel like running wild Make my stand, no man's land On my own Man in blue, it's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash, what I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive, I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Just feel like running wild ~(SOLO)~ Every night, street light I drink my booze Some run, some fight But I win they lose What I need I like, what I don't I fight And I don't like you Yeah, say bye-bye while you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), .... (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
you see it on television every day
you hear it on the radio it ain't humid but it sure is hot way down in Mexico police tryin' to tell me beginnin' of the end sayin' it'll bend me too late my friend riff raff well it's good for a laugh (ha ha ha) riff raff go on and laugh yourself in half (smile a while) now I'm the kind of guy that keeps his big mouth shut but don't bother me somebody kickin' me when I'm up leave me in misery I never shot nobody don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just havin' fun riff raff oh well it's good for a laugh riff raff go on laugh yourself in half (thank you) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller I'm a right out of controller I'm a wheeler I'm a dealer I'm a wicked woman stealer I'm a bruiser I'm a cruiser I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got slicked black hair Skin tight jeans Cadillac car And a teenage dream I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got lorex socks Blue suede shoes V8 CAR And tattoos I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin', rockin rollin man, hey Wanna jive honey? C'mon, spin you 'round, hey yeah! Yeah I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, look at me roll! |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
She gave me the queen
She gave me the king She was wheelin' and dealin' Just doin' her thing She was holdin' a pair But I had to try Her deuce was wild But my ace was high But how was I to know That she'd been dealt with before? Said she'd never had a full house But I should have known From the tattoo on her left leg And the garter on her right She'd have the card to bring me down If she played it right She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She played 'em fast And she played 'em hard She could close her eyes And feel every card But how was I to know That she'd been shuffled before? Said she'd never had a royal flush But I should have known That all the cards were comin' From the bottom of the pack And if I'd known what she was dealin' out I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and who knows what else? She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack She gave me the Jack, hey She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, can't ya tell? She's got the Jack Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack You never know, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and it hurts! She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oooooh! "Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks. Goodnight and God bless!" |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh, she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty She ain't exactly small 42-39-56 You could say she's got it all Never had a woman, never had a woman like you Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin-and-bones But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long Only one can turn, only one can turn me on All through the night-time Right around the clock To my suprise, Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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from AC/DC - The Razors Edge (1997)
Wild beast, I'll make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves 'n Legs that'll break your nerves CHORUS: Fire - when she's going down Fire - then she make you drown Fire - then she blow you round Yeah, You want some fun Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns That lady bites, hard style Drips of sex, eyes are wild She got moves, long long legs She got eyes of blue, body curves Legs that'll shake the earth CHORUS Yeah, you want some fun You gotta fire your guns fire your guns you gotta fire your guns fire your guns (yeah, yeow!) Yeah CHORUS yeah, you want some fun Gotta fire your guns Fire your guns (x9 |
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from AC/DC - The Razors Edge (1997)
(Come on now,
Come on, come on, yeah, ow!) Come on honey, take a trip with me We'll take a double shot of ectasy I'll drink some water from a wooden cup And keep a rockin' 'til the sun comes up CHORUS: And I warn you It's the best shot of your life And I warn you It's the best shot of your life Shot of love Shot of love Rock you little lady make you blow and bleed A little bit of what you need is guaranteed Come on now honey we'll get full of desire A humping and a bumping till we start a fire (a huffin' and a puffin') ? CHORUS (Shot of love - I'm gonna make you plead) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, awright ooh hoo hoo baby oh baby) CHORUS Shot of Love Like to plead? Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love A humping and pumping got you jumping Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love A little bit of what you need is guaranteed Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love Let me warn you, I'm coming for you Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love Shot of love, Shot of love Come on give me shot of love |
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from AC/DC - Hail Caesar [single] (1996)
He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day Maybe somebody from Siam Begin the era of a new rage Keeps lickin' all the honey Chewin' up the fat he rakes Instead of sending to the lions They cover him with praise All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! Down at the epicenter Things started heatin' up Rockin' on the Richter scale Swinging in the chariot Around and around we go The senators rehearse the tale Starring in the coliseum Tied upon the rack Up comes the thumb of Cesar To stab you in the back All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! Down at the epicenter Things started heatin' up Rockin' on the Richter scale Swingin' in the chariot Around and around we go The Senators rehearse the tale "Watch out Caesar, watch out Caesar" I said hail, I said hail! I said hail, I said hail! Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! You need eyes in the back of your head boy Or you're dead |
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from AC/DC - Hail Caesar [single] (1996)
I've been drinkin' all night long So long baby, I'm gone [Oh yeah] [Well] Bloody Mary give me shivers from a shot Set up the shooters it's time for a drop [Give me] Old Jamaica, runnin' we come Down at the hatch Jack, the women and the fun We drink a lot, That demon drop This one's on me and here's to you Whiskey on the rocks a double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [You were] Drinkin' Mai Tais, Singapore sling Beam me up Jim, it's time to come in I'll have one more afore ye close up the door It's on the house mac, it's whiskey galore We drink a lot, that demon drop This one's on me, here's mud in your eye Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Let's throw seven sheets to the wind - hahaha Fill 'em up too!] I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks [A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks I'll have a whiskey on the rocks Give me whiskey on the rocks Keep it comin' on the rocks ] [Yeah] Pour me a double here comes trouble on the rocks Whiskey on the rocks |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
Saw you in the front row
Moving to the beat (Just movin' and groovin') Killed me when I saw The wet patch on your seat (Wasn't Coca Cola) Oh baby I hope you liked the show When the band said good night I had to say hello CHORUS: Little lover, I can't get you off my mind Little lover, I've been trying hard to find Someone like you Oh baby You sure looked sweet (Cruisin') A leg either side Of my motorcycle seat (Just oozin') Could have been a nightmare Could have been a dream But on my way home, babe I thought I heard you scream CHORUS You had my picture On your bedroom wall (Next to Gary Glitter) I was standing on the stage Playing rock 'n' roll (I was a guitar picker) Never had a record Never had a hit Oh baby You didn't mind a bit CHORUS Baby I know you're a - Little lover |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman She's got spunk that woman Funk that woman She's got speed my babe Got what I need my babe She's got the ability To make a man outta me CHORUS: But most important of all Let me tell you My lady's got balls She's got balls She's got soul my lady Likes to crawl my lady All around the floor on her hands and knees Oh because she likes to please me CHORUS And she's got taste my lady Pace my lady Makes my heart race With her pretty face She's got balls my lady Likes to crawl my lady Hands and knees all around the floor No one has to tell her what a fella is for CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Once I need relaxation
Need to get some r 'n' r (That's rest and recreation) Don't need no vacation I don't have to go that far (I've got better things to do with my money) Don't need no private eye Forget the FBI 'Cause when the beaver sings Look out I'm closing in (CHORUS) In the go zone, ready to fly In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block In the go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone Got to have my candy Got to have my sugar sweet (I wanna give you a treat) Giving you directions You don't have to use your feet (We're on the same street baby) You've got to travel south South of my hungry mouth And there you'll find a friend Until the bitter end (CHORUS) What are you gonna find down there? There ain't no red light district Get yourself a ticket to the - CHORUS In the go zone, leave me to die In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block Go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
(Oooh, we're gettin' ready Ow Here we go hahaha I'm ready Oooh) Getting ready to rock Getting ready to roll I'm gonna turn up the heat I'm gonna fire up the coal I gotta keep that motor turning I gotta keep that engine clean I gotta keep those tires burning I've got the best you've ever seen And I'm a heatseeker charging up the sky And I'm a heatseeker, and I, I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head down and blow You gotta keep that woman firing You gotta keep that serpent clean You gotta make her sound the siren You gotta hear that lady scream Cause I'm a heatseeker, burning up the town And I'm a heatseeker, I don't, I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down Don't hose me down (Aw yeah, here ya go, yow! Ready? Heatseeker!) I wanna see you get up And see the whites of your eyes And I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker, yeah! I'm gonna measure you up I'm gonna try you for size And I'm a heatseeker Gotta keep that motor turning You gotta keep that engine clean You gotta keep those tires burning I've got the best you've ever seen And I'm a heatseeker, and I don't need no life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down, woah I'm a heatseeker And I'm a heatseeker Heatseeker Out on the street feel the heat |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Here she come, here she come
Eating up the thrill Sugar cane, sugar cane Dressin' up to kill Like a fireball in the shadow Like a storm that's gonna show Like an overwhelmed volcano Getting set to blow, set to blow She got a nasty reputation She got a healthy apetite When she needs some detonation She sets the fuse alight, the fuse alight Feel like kissin' dynamite Let it rain, let it rain Let me feel it pour Let it slide, let it slide Let me feel the core Like the thunder in the mountains Like the lightning in the sky Like the eye of a tornado She watch it all go by, all go by Then she kills for recreation And she plays her games at night She want to work on her vocation She set the world alight, set world alight Feel like kissin' dynamite Dynamite, here it come Dynamite, gonna blow Dynamite, just wanna warn you Dynamite, the volcano Dynamite, she got no imagination or (??????) Dynamite, that's the way you want, that's the way he'll go Dynamite Feel like kissin' dynamite |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
I've been to the left, I've
been to the right I've found myself in Abudhabi, just a mirage in the night Been to the high, I've been to the low And I've been to lots of places that I didn't wanna go But I ain't see nothing to get me off my ass And laughed at all the jokers wanting make me walk on glass I could walk 'fore I could crawl And I was meaner than a bad dog with his back against the wall Animal, animal Cannibal, cannibal See 'em fall, see 'em fall I'm the guy that they call - Meanstreak, I gotta meanstreak Meanstreak, they call me meanstreak I just don't know who I wanna be The count of Monte Cristo or the sheik of Arabia I've eaten rich, and I've eaten free I'm the perfect culture vulture in the face of poverty And I ain't met no one who told me I got class They say never feed the animal, the boys got too much flash I'm a guy they just can't teach And I always kick the castle that's been built up on the beach Animal, animal Cannibal, cannibal See 'em fall, see 'em fall I'm the guy that they call - What's your name? Meanstreak |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Wrong track, wrong line
First train to run on time Bad blood, bad news Long rope, got nothing to lose Mad bull seeing red Coming at me, happy when I'm dead Jump a fence, get away Ain't got a liking for the games he plays What you gonna do? Everybody trying to find you guilty Make you wanna tow the line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time Slow plane, hard rain Cold sweat and I feel the strain Look down, no ground Black sky, just the engine sound Bail out, goodbye Take my chances, I don't wanna die Count ten, just pray The nick of time can save me any day What you gonna do? Everybody love a hero, honey Living on a danger line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time Lose sleep, get grief Some day get no relief Quick punch, closed eye You didn't knew it and you wonder why Lynch mob on your tail Think they were searching for the holy grail Leave town, get away I didn't figure on them anyway No I didn't today Everybody trying to find you guilty Make you wanna tow the line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
I like 'em big and I like
'em small And if I had to take the oath I would take them all Give me that ruff stuff (It's what I want) She's a saint, she's a sinner She's a rave, rave, rave She's a woman, she's a winner In every way, way, way She don't want love Nor cabaret that's out She like to play around That suits me fine I like it better when she read my mind You know, don't want a woman with a ball and chain Don't want to play that game (CHORUS) Just give me that ruff stuff I want ruff stuff Baby give me ruff stuff You don't want ruff stuff? Don't want your face around here Make you shake, make you shiver Make you pray, pray, pray Gonna make you quake, make you quiver And turn you grey, grey, grey I don't need brakes They slow me down too much They keep me out of touch They lock me in I like it better when I pull the pin You know, don't want a woman with a ball and chain Don't want to play that game (CHORUS) I like them big and I like them small And if they asked me to take the oath, I would have to take them all Give me that ruff stuff Don't want your face round here I don't want your face round my backyard any more |