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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Breaking out, about to shout
Feel the need, for one more round Don't you struggle, don't try to bite You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice I'm a wrecking ball, I'm a stinging knife Steal your money, gonna take your life You got screaming murder, lock up your door Double dealing, gotta have more Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business again Back in business Flesh and blood, I'm a rag 'n' bone Bad luck message on the telephone Don't you worry, play my game I'll do you a favour put your soul for sale Like a cannon ball going down the track Need good loving, but I want it back I was born in trouble, they gave up on me Teacher preaching what not to be Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again, back in business again, do you trust in me Back in business again, back in business again Back in business Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business, back in business again Back in business again, back in business, back in business again (Back in business), have you read the small print in this contract (Back in business), I'm the man with a shaft (Back in business), I'm gonna stick it right up you (Back in business), I got to have mine Back in business again, and I'm looking for you |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Don't talk to strangers, keep away from the danger
Don't talk to strangers who smile Keep away from the danger all the time, you just keep away Just keep away Red lights are flashing, there's been a misunderstanding I'm Bruised and broke and bandaged Through drinking all that brandy I was, under the table but I came back for more Gotta hit that bottle but my head hit the floor Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Red lights still flashing People all still dancing in my head I've done with thinking, about what to do Another bout of drinking Just one before I'm through I was just raising hell I wasn't doing no harm The cops could not appreciate my natural charm I'm a Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger , don't talk to strangers Danger, danger , don't talk keep away Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger Don't you go talking to no stranger in this town |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Got a screaming feeling, need a little loving healing
Want some of that stuff, cause I like a hot touch Wanna little squeezing, just a touch and teasing Maybe wrong, maybe right, but I like it every night Come on baby, down my way Were gonna make it, night and day I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come, back for more First blood, first blood Some like it hot, some like it not so hot Cause I like a touch, and I want it so much Come on baby, down my way Were gonna make it every night and day First blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood, first blood I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood, first blood I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood You know I want a first blood Some like it hot First blood, all right hot shot Bad dog, come back for more I want first blood |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
You can dance through the night
Rock n roll music itching to fight Makin love drunk or stoned Lookin for dollars Get broken-boned It's a game too tough to tame Ends up the same Sweatin out the rain I was trapped like a fly on the wall I was caged lke a zoo animal No escape from the fate that you make You're a snake, I've had all I can take Watch out, there's a fly on the wall Take a chance, take a bite Rock n roll devil, take me tonight Like a bitch makin heat Beatin on my chest Lickin at my feet It's a game too tough to tame Ending up the same Sweatin in the rain So watch out, there's a fly on the wall I was trapped like a fly on the wall I was caged like a zoo animal No escape from the fate that you make You're a snake, I've had all I can take There's a fly on the wall |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
(Watch out, out of my way, you wanna stay)
Everybody You don't have to choose it You don't have to prove it It's only rock 'n' roll Mama done told me Papa done scold me Superstition Black cat in a cradle Dancin' on the table Don't you snake on me Mama done told me Daddy done scold me Told me, showed me You know what he showed me Come hell or high water (4x) Hot money Lyin' through your back teeth Fightin' on the main street Breathe your last breath on me Mama done told me Poor boy get home Hot lovin' Turn your happy feeling Touchin' and a teasin' You know it so bad Mama done told me Papa done scold me Told me, showed me Rock 'n' rolled me Come hell or high water (4x) Come hell, hell hell hell hell Come hell or high water (4x) Na na na na na na Come hell or high water (7x) I tell ya come hell, come hell, come hell Come on hell yeah |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Highball women that are hot
to touch Legs do the talkin' spellin' out the lust See the Sugar Daddies with a sweet tooth and a smile See what's hangin' off him like a want'n child That's where you'll find me standing proud (CHORUS) Playing with girls gonna get you hot Playing with guns gonna get you shot Playing with fire gonna heat you up Playing with me you're gonna get the lot Bring on the showgirls and the debutantes Late-night waitress in a restaurant Headin' for the clubs and bars with the flashin' lights Lookin' for the good-time girls in their black nylon tights Over the barrel bottoms-up (CHORUS) Oooh river run dry Yeah playing with fire Oooh wild sweet child Playing with girls Playing with girls I like tall girls and I'll take 'em small I want 'em all up front I like 'em all I wanna see 'em strut their stuff And lose their social grace You play your cards right and you'll deal yourself an ace That's where you'll find me standing proud Playing with girls |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
You want love
Dirty dirty love You want lust Just a little lust You wan' a bad reputation You wanna better your score I got the qualifications I can open any door (ooh yeah) (CHORUS) Send for the man, yeah Send for thh man, yeah You like a dream Dirty low and mean You're good enough to eat Sticky hot and sweet Need a shot of rhythm and lovin' You make a black sheep a ram This ain't a gun in my I got the goods in my hand (CHORUS) |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
See me leaning, on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feeling good cause the city's alive I'm getting ready to rock and jive I get up and I slide across the floor You wanna come an' I'll meet you at the door No one can stop us cause we're feeling too right We're gonna steal our way around tonight Alright, alright Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it I was taking, no liberties She's getting hotter off the heat on me I was oiling, she was slick Licking off the sweat, her favourite trick Help me, help me please, tame this animal, and help me to breathe I said no, no way, you gotta come with me, all the way OK I'll play Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it We had the night, we had the time She had the sugar and I had the wine Took my hand shook me to the core I told her not to touch but she was coming back for more You know what for Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Make a sign |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the ground Turn your head to desire There's a woman going down She said she'll rough you up, all the way And she gonna spit you out, count your days She says choice is yours, casually So why don't you do what comes naturally CHORUS: Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you a good time Sink the pink Sink the pink Got a fever runnin' high Give you wings to make you fly She school you like a fool She make you break the rules She wanna get a shot, hit the spot Then I'm gonna rack 'em up, get that hot She said make it good, satisfy You know that woman got jealous eyes REPEAT CHORUS Did you sink it on me? OOOOH!Yeah! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! REPEAT CHORUS Ow1 Ow1 Ouch |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Put on the headset, get on
the stage Out on a midnight escapade Didn't want to steal your thunder Wouldn't want to play your game Makin' all the headlines Gettin' on the front page Didn't even know her number Didn't even know her name (CHORUS) Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up Get on the red dress, slip on the lace Up for a high heel and a pretty face Woman wanna get you under Woman wanna get you tame Lovin' on a hot night Stokin' up the flame Didn't wanna know her number Didn't wanna know her name (CHORUS) (You can make it) (CHORUS) |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Smiling face and loving eyes
But you keep on telling me all those lies How do you expect me to believe Honey I ain't on my knees Baby I got my eye on you 'Cause you do all the things they want you to Stop your crying and dry your tears I ain't that wet behind the ears You can throw me left And you can throw me right But where was you last night Beating around the bush Wish I knew what's on your mind Why you're being so unkind Remember those nights you spent alone Talking on the telephone Thoughts of you go through my brain You told me that you felt the same You said that you love me too You told me he was out with you I was talkin' birds And you was talkin' bees Oh was he down upon his knees Beating around the bush You're the meanest woman I've ever known Sticks and stones won't break my bones I know what you're looking for You ate your cake, you want some more I'm gonna give you just a one more chance Try to save our romance That is the thing I'm gonna do The rest is up to you You can chew it up And you can spit it out Let it all hang out Beating around the bush |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Going out on the town
Just a me and you Gonna have ourselves a party Just like we use to do Nobody's playing Manilow Nobody's playing soul And no one's playing hard to get Just a good old rock 'n' roll *Get it hot, get it hot Come on baby, get it hot Get it hot, get it hot Alright Moving down the motorway Got a whole lotta booze Got myself a sweet little (mother) Whose got nothing to lose Gonna bend you like a G string Enough to light my fire (?) So get your body in the right place We'll set the world on fire * Repeat |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
I've been around the world
I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got What my lady she's got She steals the spotlight Knocks me of my feet She's enough to start a landslide Just walking down the street Wearing dresses so tight And looking dynamite Enough to blow me out No doubt about it can't live without it *The girl's got the rhythm The girl's got the rhythm She's got the backseat rhythm The girl's got the rhythm She's like a lethal brand Too much for any man She gives me first degree She really satisfies me Love me till I'm legless Aching and sore Enough to stop a freight train Or start the Third World War You know I'm losin' sleep I'm in too deep And my body needs love No doubt about it can't live without it * Repeat You know she moves like sin And when she lets me in It's like liquid love No doubt about it can't live without it * Repeat You know she really got the rhythm She's got the backseat rhythm Rock 'n' roll rhythm The girl's got the rhythm |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Living easy, loving 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 - Highway To Hell (1979)
It's criminal
There ought to be a law Criminal There ought to be a whole lot more You get nothing for nothing Tell me who can you trust We got what you want And you got the lust *If you want blood, you got it If you want blood, you got it Blood on the streets Blood on the rocks Blood in the gutter Every last drop You want blood, you got it It's animal Livin' in a human zoo Animal The shit that they toss to you Feeling like a Christian Locked in a cage Thrown to the lions On a second's rage * Repeat Blood on the rocks Blood on the streets Blood in the sky Blood on the sheets If you want blood - you got it (I want you to bleed for me) If you want blood, you got it... |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
You're the one I've waited for
I need your love more and more I don't know what your name is I don't know what your game is I want to take you tonight Animal apetite 'Cause I'm a love hungry man I'm a love hungry man Don't want no conversation I need sweet sensation And all I want to do Is make a beast out of you 'Cause I'm a love hungry man I got to get my hands on you (?) I'm a love hungry man I'm telling you I'm your love hungry man Oh babe you're such a treat Love, any love, hungry man And a man's got to eat You're the one I've waited for I need your loving more and more We're a duo 'Cause I'm a love, love hungry man |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky You hear a dog bark in the distance You hear someone's baby cry A rat runs down the alley And a chill runs down your spine Someone walks across your grave And you wish the sun would shine No one's gonna warn you And no one's gonna yell 'Attack' And you don't feel the steel Till it's hanging out your back *I'm your Night Prowler, asleep in the day I'm your Night Prowler, get out of my way Look out for the Night Prowler, watch you tonight I'm the Night Prowler, when you turn out the light ... Too scared to turn your light out 'Cos there's something on your mind Was that a noise outside your window? What's that shadow on the blind? As you lie there naked Like a body in a tomb Suspended animation As I slip into your room * Repeat Solo * Repeat I'm your Night Prowler, break down your door I'm your Night Prowler, crawling 'cross your floor I'm your Night Prowler, make a mess of you, yes I will Night Prowler, and I am telling this to you There ain't nothing you can do (Shazbot Nanu Nanu) |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hang out with me? And maybe burn me up? She was standing alone over by the jukebox Like she's something to sell I said, Baby what's the going price She told me to go to hell *Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Singles bar, got my eye on a honey Hanging out everywhere She minds my stay, she minds on her money I really don't care, no Said, Hey baby, you're driving me crazy Laying out on the line When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said Toss off buddy she's mine * Repeat (Hey you Angus, shoot me, shoot) * Repeat I don't want to be in pain Don't want to be shot down in flames |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights And everything comes into view She was taking her time I was losing my mind There was nothing that she wouldn't do It wasn't the first It wasn't the last She knew we was making love I was so satisfied Deep down inside Like a hand in a velvet glove *Seems like a touch, a touch too much Seems like a touch, a touch too much Too much for my body, too much for my brain This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane She's got a touch, a touch too much She had the face of an angel Smiling with sin A body of Venus with arms Dealing with danger Stroking my skin Let the thunder and lightening start It wasn't the first It wasn't the last It wasn't that she didn't care She wanted it hard And wanted it fast She liked it done medium rare * Repeat Seems like a touch, touch too much You know it's much too much, much too much I really want to feel your touch too much Girl you know you're getting me much too much Seems like a touch Just a dirty little touch I really need your touch Cause you're much too much too much * Repeat |
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from AC/DC - Highway To Hell (1979)
Out of my way I'm running high
Take your chance with me and I'll give it a try Ain't no woman in the world I know 'Cause I ain't looking for (an overflow?) Oh baby I ain't got much Resistance to your touch Take off the high heels, let down your hair Paradise ain't far from there I wanna walk all over you I wanna walk all over you Do all the things you want me to, babe I wanna walk all over you Reflections on the bedroom wall And there you thought you'd seen it all We're rising for the life to see You're looking so good under me I'm gonna walk all over you I'm gonna walk all over you Do anything you want me to (do to you) I'm gonna walk all over you Your mom did'nt want you to stay up So gimme those jeans, I'm gonna steal the show Leave on the lace and turn out the light Tonight is gonna be that night I'm gonna walk all over you I'm gonna walk all over you Do everything you want me to I'm gonna walk all over you |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
Back in black
I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...] Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about 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 Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back (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 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 * Repeat Well, 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 Yes I'm back in black hooo yeah Ohh yeah Yes I am Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah Back in now Well I'm back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back Back in black Yes I'm back in black Out of the sight |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
She take you down easy
Going down to her knees Going down to the devil Down down to ninety degrees Oh, She's blowing me crazy Till my ammunition is dry Oh, She's using her head again She's using her head Oh, She's using her head again CHORUS: I'm just a givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I'm just a givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I'm just a givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Yeow She's no Mona Lisa No, She's no Playboy star But she'll send you to heaven Then explode you to Mars Oh, She's using her head again Using her head again She's using her head Using her head again Oh, She's using her head again Using her head CHORUS Let's go Oooh, oh, oh, oh She got the power of union Yeah, She only hits when it's hot And if she likes what you're doing Yeah, She'll give you alot (Given everything she got) I've just given the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I've just given the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I'm just givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I'm just a givin' the dog a bone Givin' the dog a bone I'm just a given a dog Givin' a dog Givin' a dog Ooooh I'm just a givin' a dog a bone |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
Whiskey, gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We're gonna make a big noise So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the cheque We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Yeah Have a drink on me Have a drink on me On me Come on Dizzy, drunk and fightin' On tequila white lightnin' My glass is getting shorter On whiskey, ice and water So come on and have a good time And get blinded out of your mind So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the cheque We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me On me Get stoned Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Yeah Have a drink on me Come on Oooh Gonna roll around Gonna hit the ground Take another swing Have another drink Gonna drink it dry Gonna get me high Come on all the boys Make a noise CHORUS Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Have a drink oooooooon me |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
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 - Back In Black (1980)
Flying on a free flight
Driving all night With my machinery 'Cause I, I got the power Any hour To show the man in me I got reputations Blown to pieces With my artillery Whoa ho I'll be guided in We'll be ridin' given what you got to me Don't you struggle Don't you fight Don't you worry 'Cause it's your turn tonight CHORUS: Let me put my love into you, babe Let me put my love on the line Let me put my love into you, babe Let me cut your cake with my knife Oh, Like a fever Burning faster You spark the fire in me Crazy feelings Got me reeling They got me raising steam Don't you struggle Don't you fight Don't you worry 'Cause it's your turn tonight Yeah CHORUS Cut it Let me, let me Oooh CHORUS Oh Let me put my love into you, babe Let me put my love on the line Let me put my love into you, babe Let me give it all Let me give it all To you, to you Give it all |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
(All right)
Hey there, all you middle men Throw away your fancy clothes And while you're out there sittin' on a fence So get off your ass and come down here 'Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man To me it makes good, good sense Good sense Ow Oooh yeah Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar We got vibrations coming up from the floor We're just listening to the rock that's giving too much noise Are you deaf, you wanna hear some more We're just talkin' about the future Forget about the past It'll always be with us It's never gonna die, never gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll it will survive Yes it will, ha ha ha ha I took a look inside your bedroom door You looked so good lying on your bed Well, I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead We're just talkin' about the future Forget about the past It'll always be with us It's never gonna die, never gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll Oh Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution Rock 'n' roll it'll never die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution Rock 'n' roll Oh Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
Idle juvenile on the street, on the street
Who is kicking everything with his feet, with his feet Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law Don't kick, don't fight, don't sleep at night It's shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake it yeah Keeping out of trouble with eyes in the back of my face Kicking ass in the class and they tell me you're a damn disgrace They tell me what they think but they stink and I really don't care Got a mind of my own, move on, get out of my hair *Shake a leg, shake your head Shake a leg, wake the dead Shake a leg, get stuck in Shake a leg, shake a leg yeah Magazines, wet dreams, dirty women on machines for me Big licks, skin flicks, trickey dick's are my chemistry Goin' against the grain, trying to keep me sane with you So stop your grinnin' and drop your linen for me * Repeat Shake it Come on yeah, ow Idle juvenile on the street, on the street Kicking everything with his feet, with his feet Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law Spitting and biten' and kicking and fightin' for more Shake a leg, shake your head Shake a leg, wake the dead Shake a leg, get stuck in Shake a leg, play to win * Repeat Shake it Oh yeah Ow |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
All you women who want a man of the street
But 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 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 - yeah, 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 the thrill 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 yeah, ooh yeah |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
You're working in bars
Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view On the finest avenue Looking at your beat on the street You're always pushing, shoving Satisfied with nothing You bitch, you must be getting old So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder, I wonder Honey, whaddya do for money? Honey, whaddya do for money? Where you get your kicks? You're loving on the take And you're always on the make Squeezing all the blood out of men They're all standing in a queue Just to spend the night with you It's business as usual again You're always grabbin', stabbin' Trying to get it back in But girl you must be getting slow So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder, yes I wonder Honey, whaddya do for money? Honey, whaddya do for money? Yeah, whaddya do for money honey, how you get your kicks? Whaddya do for money honey, how you get your licks? Go Yeow Honey, whaddya do for money? I said, Honey, whaddya do for money? oh ho honey Oh honey Whaddya do for money? What you gonna do Honey Oh yeah honey Whaddya do for money? What you gonna do? Awww, what you gonna do? |
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from AC/DC - Back In Black (1980)
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 Knocking 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 making it You shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me all night long I'm working double time, on the seduction line She's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine Wanted no applause, it's just another cause Made a meal outta 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 Cause the walls were shaking, the earth was quaking My mind was aching, and we were making it You shook me all night long Yeah you, shook me all night long 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 You really took me, and you, shook me all night long Oh, You shook me all night long 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 - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Black sheep and a renegade
Hot feet in the cool of the shade Street shuffle and a tough childhoods Examinations done no good Crow bars and a hot wired cars Sneak thieves and cheap cigars No rebellion, not today I get my kicks in my own way Right, OK Just keep on breaking the rules Come on, get ready to rule Tough breaks in the neighbourhood A hard case who's up to no good Living like trash, a society rash Ready to break, and ready to dash A bad deal and a real rough ride You're doing time on the other side No rebellion, not today I get my kicks in my own way Right, OK Just keep on breaking the rules Come on, get ready to rule (Tough breaks) They got regulation ties Regulation shoes Those regulation fools With their regulation rules Just keep on breaking the rules Come on, get ready to rule Oh take off your ties and your regulation shoes You're nothing but a bunch of regulation fools And you got your regulation rules I'm going to do things my own way Every day and every way |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Call of a dog, cry of a bitch
Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch Call of the doctor, cash on demand If you get enough rope, might even hang *C.O.D. - care of the devil C.O.D. - the devil in me C.O.D. - care of the devil Care of the devil in me The curse of love is the cause of the pain The crime of the day is when you do it again Call of the doctor, cash on demand If you give them a finger, they'll take off your hand * Repeat (Down to the devil with me) Call of a dog, cry of a bitch The sign of the sinner is the size of his itch * Repeat I'm paying, paying, I'm paying C.O.D. Care of the devil, care of the devil in me It's the curse of love |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Black shadow hangin' over your shoulder
Black mark up against your name Your green eyes couldn't get any colder There's bad poison runnin' through your veins *Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside you Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you Black widow weavin' evil notions Dark secrets bein' spun in your web Good men goin' down in your ocean They can't swim 'cause they're tied to your bed *Repeat You just cry wolf I sometimes wonder where you park your broom Oh black widow C'mon weave your web Down in your ocean You got 'em tied to your bed With your dark, dark secrets And your green, green eyes You black widow *Repeat Evil walks so bad |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
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 - For Those About To Rock (1981)
No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead No mercy for the bad if they need it No mercy from me Tell no truth and tell no lies Cross your heart and hope to die Never give what you can't take back Scratch like a cat Inject your venom It'll be your last attack No mercy for the bad if they want it No mercy for the bad if they plead No mercy for the bad if they need it V-E-N-O-M Got no heart, no - feel no pain Take your soul and - leave a stain Come choose your victim Take him by surprise Go in hard and get him Right between the eyes and - *Inject the venom Inject the venom Inject the venom Inject it all (Stick it in, stick it) * Repeat |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Loose lips sink ships
So come aboard for a pleasure trip It's high tide, so let's ride The moon is rising and so am I I'm gonna get it up Never gonna let it up Cruisin' on the seven seas A pirate of my loving needs I'll never go down, never go down *So let's get it up Let's get it up, get it right up Let's get it up, right to the top Let's get it up, right now Loose wires cause fires Getting tangled in my desires So screw 'em off and plug 'em in Then switch it on and start all over again I'm gonna get it up Never gonna let it up Ticking like a time bomb Blowing up the fuse box I'll never go down, never go down * Repeat |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Who's your leader, who's your man?
Who will help you fill your hand? Who's your friend and who's your foe? Who's your Judas, you don't know? Night of the long knives Where's that saviour, where's that light When you're praying for your life? Who's that fighting back to back? Who's defending whose attack? Night of the long knives (Stick 'em in the back woods) Night of the long knives |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
I put the finger on you
My hands all out of control I can't stop it getting down on you It's moving on it's own accord Yes, I've got fire in my finger tips Radiating onto you I can't control it, can't even hold it It's knocking on your door And you know what it's for *I put the finger right on you I put the finger right on you You put your finger on me too Then I put the finger, I put the finger Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger I put the finger on you for sure It's the key to unlocking your door, don't you know I've broken through your security My hands ain't tied no more, you better watch out I can't control it, can't even hold it Speaking up for pleasure You can feel it on your ankle Feel it on your knee Feel it on your thigh Can you feel me? * Repeat I can't control it, can't even hold it Sneaking up on your front door You can feel it on your ankle Feel it on your knee Feel it on your thigh Can you feel me? Put it - right on you I'll do it if you want me to Can I put it? I put the finger on you I hit the spot |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Crashed out of the market, out on the floor
Washed up on the shore Bombed out of the City, out of the door Thrown up against the wall Put out of the picture, axe about to fall Walk before you crawl Dragged down to the bottom, screaming for air The shark must get his share You can see it coming, miles and miles away Women, drink and money are going to make you pay Snowballed, oh yeah Snowballed, they've done it again Snowballed, makin' me pay Snowballed Howl of the wolf, snow in his eyes Waiting to take you by surprise Eye of the needle, head of the fight Watch those teeth 'cause they're ready to bite You can see it coming, miles and miles away Women, drink and money are going to make you pay Snowballed, yes you have Snowballed, I've been fooled again Snowballed, that's all Snowballed Out of my mind One more time |
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from AC/DC - For Those About To Rock (1981)
Blinded by a bright beam
Shattered by the windscreen Stunned by the whiplash I'm a victim of a bad crash I can do nothing right I never sleep at night Can't even start a fight My feet have left the ground Spinning round and round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down Beaten by a blind bend Wrong way up a dead end Screaming through a speed trap As I tear into a tail back I can do nothing right I never sleep at night Can't even start a fight My feet have left the ground Spinning round and round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down I'm slipping down I got my hands in the fire I'm sliding on an oil slick Blinded on a bad trip Yes and nothing's going to change it I can do nothing right Can't even sleep at night My feet have left the ground I'm spinning round and round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I'm a pistol packin' man
With a gun in my hand Lookin' for a woman that'll understand You like to roll and I like to ride I'll stop at nothing never take me alive I'm a man with a fast hand Lovin' on a last stand Outlaw quick draw Evil talkin' bandit man In the badlands In the badlands I got a .45 that'll make you fry Burn your chassis lassie like the 4th of July I ride it hard I ride it high Make love to you till you reach for the sky I'm a man with a fast hand Got it on a last stand Outlaw, quick draw Evil talkin' bandit man In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands Well I'm guilty Saddle up my six pack Ain't gonna back track My shooter loaded Come on girl I'm gonna give you a thrill In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands, looking for a woman In the badlands, as bad as me In the badlands, gonna take her with me In the badlands Yeah |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
yeah, yeah
the blood in my veins was runnin' right through my brain there was a cop with a gun who was runnin' around insane three fifty arrests no bullet proof vest now ain't that a shame we wanted to play play for the crowd law said no way cause you're on your way out bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium the place was a jumpin' and the booze was going down there's a curfew at ten and you been working overtime we don't play just for pay so we'd like to stay stay just the same he gave me a crack in the back with his gun hurt me so bad I could feel the blood run bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium came for a good time and left on the run bedlam in Belgium, yeah who's to blame it's a shame bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam getting ready stayed on the stage cops in a rage crowd yelled for more it was war, war, war bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium came for a good time and left on the run bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam ( in Belgium ) it was bedlam ( in Belgium ) it was bedlam and the law got the drop on me |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
alright hold tight
I really wanna ball tonight on a bender no space defender a joy on the floor I'll get it tight toe to toe with a black widow fee fi fum smell the blood of rock 'n' roll all out drive on a rockin' suicide my feet are jumpin' she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's a joy to ride on a rockin' suicide brain shake, brain shake, brain shake all I can take it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake she's a mean lean rockin' machine a hip huggin' blue jean dream she's a woman worth givin' a sweet sweet kissin' lips are runnin' round on me toe to toe with a black widow fee fi fum smell the blood of rock 'n' roll all out drive on a rockin' suicide my feet are jumpin' she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's a joy to ride on a rockin' suicide brain shake, brain shake, brain shake ready to shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake cause she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's an all out drive on a rockin' suicide brain shake brain shake, brain shake, brain shake ready to shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake all I could take it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake you can't fake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake well it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain it's a brain it's a brain shake |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I've been enchained
she got shackles on me that woman to blame for the hell and misery can't find my way out of here shoot me down in a burnin' fear going down for a stretch of years way down below I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole well I'm deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole I'm sinkin' down she got me down on the floor can't touch both walls the further down I go pulls the string on my riding bow makes me sing when she find my load ain't no slave you do what you're told you sold your soul I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole well I'm deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in the hole, firing your load deep in the hole, save your soul deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole deep in the hole deep in the hole I'm deep in the hole |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
Well there's a love gone down on mine
Suicidal voltage line She sends signals outta distress She devil, she evil She got you reelin' on a rockin' machine With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch she can satisfy She gonna blow you all sky high Flash the eye, electrify A power force you should feel She devil, she evil She got you screaming on a lightnin' machine With a flick of the switch Flick of the switch she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch Flick of the switch she can satisfy (Give you pain, blow your brain) Flick the switch, flick the switch With a flick of the switch, she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch, she can satisfy With a flick of the switch, gonna burn you down With a flick of the switch, razed to the ground With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch, she gonna give you pain With a flick of the switch, she gonna blow your brain, blow your brain She gonna put the light out on - you |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
The word is out that I'm about
And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns for hire Shoot you with desire I'm a wanted poster A needed man Running right across the land I'm a smooth operator A big dictator Gonna mark you with my brand My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Got gun's for hire Shoot you with desire (Quick draw on the floor, big shot) Hot to trot, big shot Take a lot Never get the drop on me I'm a real entertainer Mischief maker Lover in seven languages My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire This gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire A gun's for hire Shoot you with desire What you got, big shot You can't get... You can't get the drop... on me! |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I want you to hear me out there
this is for all you bad boys this a story of the satan rock 'n' roll I want you to put your hand in your pocket take ten dollars out and send it to me well momma don't scold her son for what he been doing upstairs daddy don't take him out no no sister just pull his hair this boy is lost it's a living nightmare, it ain't fair that boy he don't know how to lose he's out to win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide landslide, landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide now momma he ain't no toy never ever get his share get his stack in a gunnysack still be room for air this boy is lost it's a rockin' double dare, he's out to scare that boy he don't know how to lose he's out to win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide, landslide, landslide, landslide preacher done say his prayer take him to the promised land momma done allow no get down here never gonna get up there this boy is lost like a rebel with out cause but he's the boss that boy he don't know how to lose he's gonna win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide, landslide that man's a one man landslide landslide landslide landslide that boys a walk talk rockin' landslide get down |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
Dog day Tuesday Hope that girl she come today Hard life it's a city life Sweat came pourin' down I got my feet up like to love Through the dawn till I've blown All I want's to love you down Love the way she move around Need no excuse To let it all hang loose My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll wake the dead (Rising power) You've got a love life up all night Darkest hour at the dead of night Seen her walkin' down the street The kind of woman that brings on heat Love her dusk till dawn Come the morning she was gone Took me out to my surprise Money all gone left high and dry Need no excuse To let it all hang loose My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll wake the dead (Rising power) You'll end up torn to shreds Don't need no excuse My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll raise the dead (Rising power) You'll end up torn to shreds Rise Rise I'm gonna rise Rising power The power rise From you |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
yonder she walks
yonder she walks hitting 103 a little tongue in cheek hot personality she bring on the flames and it's burning it's burning my body's achin' tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in you she got me runnin' for shelter needing quarantine she got me red hot and wired call on emergency she bring on the flames and it's burning it's burning my body's achin' tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in you you got me burnin' and burnin' you got me tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire house is on fire this house is on fire house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in I'll bet it's gonna burn I'm gonna burn you |
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from AC/DC - '74 Jailbreak [ep] (1984)
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go down to New Orleans You know I love you so Baby, please don't go When the man done gone When the man done gone When the man done gone down to the county farm He got the shackles on Baby, please don't go Don't leave me! I'll be a dog I'll be a dog, whew I'll be a dog, kiss you way down there When you walk along Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go down to New Orleans You know I love you so Baby, please don't go, yeah No, baby, please don't leave me Why must you go away and do this to me, baby? I wanna suffer for you, suffer, suffer Oh, baby, please don't go No! Baby, baby, baby, please don't go Please don't go Don't go and leave me Please don't go Baby, hmm Baby, ahah Oh don't go, ooh don't go Oh don't go, ooh don't go Ah don't go, don't go so slow Oh don't go, ooh don't go Why must you leave me lying on my back? Going across the other side of the track Found yourself a new man, I know So baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go No! No! No! No! Oh please, please don't leave me! I don't want to be left alone, baby! Ah don't go, don't go, don't go! No! |
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from AC/DC - '74 Jailbreak [ep] (1984)
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 - '74 Jailbreak [ep] (1984)
You learn to sing
You learn to play Why don't the businessmen Ever learn to pay That's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes You play in halls Play in bars You're climbin' walls Chasin' stars That's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes You pay the man You pay your dues When it's all gone, ooh You sing the blues Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Baby that's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes You wanna roll You wanna rock You find it hard If your guitar's in hock That's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes You're smoking butts They smoke cigars You're drown in debt They drown in bars That's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes You pull a chick Take her home No use, man You're worn out to the bone That's show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business <i>(Show business)</i> Show business That's the way it goes That's show business, show business That's show business, show business Show business That's the way it goes Know what I mean? |
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from AC/DC - '74 Jailbreak [ep] (1984)
Well I met her in the garden Underneath that old apple tree Sitting with a handful of flowers Looking as cool as can be We talked away a couple of hours Then she laid her hand on my lap Oh I thought I got to be dreaming I didn't know I fell in her trap Then she made me say things I didn't want to say Then she made me play games I didn't want to play She was a soul stripper, yeah She took my heart She was a soul stripper, ooh And tore me apart She started moving nice and easy Slowly getting near to my spine Killing off each last little feeling Ooh everyone she could find And when she had me hollow and naked, yeah That's when she put me down Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me Stuck it in and turned it around Then she made me say things I didn't want to say, you know Then she made me play games I didn't want to play She was a soul stripper, yeah Ooh she took my heart Ooh was a soul stripper Tore me apart Soul stripper, soul stripper You're a soul stripper Soul stripper, soul stripper Soul stripper Took out my heart And tore it apart Aah you're a soul stripper Soul stripper, soul stripper |
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from AC/DC - '74 Jailbreak [ep] (1984)
You can roll me round your finger
You can roll me if I'm blind You can roll me tally ho ho I'm the easy rollin' kind But don't think I'm facin' down hill 'Cause soon you'll see You'll lose your grip and slip 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you let me be 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You can take me to your bedroom You can take me to your heart You can take me to a climax I won't fall apart But don't count on me givin' it All back to you Just because I'm hooked on livin' Doesn't mean I'm hooked on you You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you let me be, no no You ain't got a hold on me Oh let me be You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you just let me be 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Hey you ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me |
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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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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 |
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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 |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Heroes, hard to find
Don't make the news till they do time Schemers turn the screw They get the word and they drop on you Lay down the law black of the night Run up a score, the vice is right Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round on you (CHORUS) Some sin for gold Some sin for shame Some sin for cash Some sin for gain Some sin for wine Some sin for pain But I ain't gonna be the fool Who's gonna have to sin for nothing (Now work that out) Nero, evil mind He was born way before his time Lead 'em down below You got it right and away you go You gotta lay down the rules, push up the price Turn on the heat, put you on ice Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round for you (CHORUS) (Give it to me) Ain't gonna sin for nothing Don't get nothing for nothing Ain't gonna sin for nothing That don't make no sense |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Heroes, hard to find
Don't make the news till they do time Schemers turn the screw They get the word and they drop on you Lay down the law black of the night Run up a score, the vice is right Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round on you (CHORUS) Some sin for gold Some sin for shame Some sin for cash Some sin for gain Some sin for wine Some sin for pain But I ain't gonna be the fool Who's gonna have to sin for nothing (Now work that out) Nero, evil mind He was born way before his time Lead 'em down below You got it right and away you go You gotta lay down the rules, push up the price Turn on the heat, put you on ice Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round for you (CHORUS) (Give it to me) Ain't gonna sin for nothing Don't get nothing for nothing Ain't gonna sin for nothing That don't make no sense |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Party gonna happen at the union hall
Shaking to the rhythm 'til everybody fall Picking up my woman in my Chevrolet Glory hallelujah gonna rock the night away I'm gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna take this town, turn it around I'm gonna roll roll roll Now there's a blue suede bopping on a high heeled shoe Balling round together like a wrecking crew Oh be bopper lubba baby what I say You gotta get a dose of rock and roll on each and every day We're gonna roll roll roll We're gonna roll roll roll We're gonna take this town, turn it around We're gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss man where to go Turned off my brain control That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way Ooh that's the way I like my rock and roll That the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way Oh! To rock and roll! Roll, roll, roll, I'm gonna roll, roll, roll I'm gonna take this town, turn it around, I'm gonna roll, roll, roll I'm gonna roll, roll, roll That's the way I want it Roll, roll, roll Gotta hear it loud Gonna take this town, turn it 'round Gonna roll, roll, roll Blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss man where to go Turned off my brain control That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
(You get your head down,
will you) I want you I want you to I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your clothes, cut your hair Ain't no joke, ain't no place for kids When the flags are high, hear the battle cry Treaty gone, see the bandits fly Dig the trench, watch that blast Shell shock come, coming fast Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war (Run for cover, hit the deck, call for your mother) I need you to fire Cock your gun, wet your sights Get the bull dead to rights Volunteers, one pace back On the beach ain't no place for kids When the flack is high on a bomber run You don't talk back to an ack-ack gun Fire range, and you're in the blitz Keep your head or you're blown to bits Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war Who's going there, is it a friend or foe? Propaganda time on the radio Top brass shout as they clown around Peace talks die in Geneva town Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
(You get your head down,
will you) I want you I want you to I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your clothes, cut your hair Ain't no joke, ain't no place for kids When the flags are high, hear the battle cry Treaty gone, see the bandits fly Dig the trench, watch that blast Shell shock come, coming fast Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war (Run for cover, hit the deck, call for your mother) I need you to fire Cock your gun, wet your sights Get the bull dead to rights Volunteers, one pace back On the beach ain't no place for kids When the flack is high on a bomber run You don't talk back to an ack-ack gun Fire range, and you're in the blitz Keep your head or you're blown to bits Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war Who's going there, is it a friend or foe? Propaganda time on the radio Top brass shout as they clown around Peace talks die in Geneva town Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Last stand
Down to my last dime I ain't got the sense to leave The dealers cutting fine Last throw Back against the wall Depending where the money is Is where I'm gonna fall Ace high Hide your poker eyes I didn't wanna laugh too much when When I picked up the prize Lady luck Is standing at my side I leave with more than I brought in And get out with my life Get out with my life I go, you go She go, we go Two's up Two's up Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Doubled over on the rails Gimme two's up That's what I want High up When you're lookin' down Then you see two animals just foolin' you around Stray dogs Gonna take them in Don't know what your names are Where you're goin' and where ya been All day it's difficult to say, who is doin' What was doing what to who, who's callin' out the play I love, the way you slide an' slip I like the way you girls work out And make a partnership Make that partnership I go, you go She go, we go Two's up Yes it's a two's up Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Doubled over on the rails Gimme Gotta gimme double or quits Two's up Two's up Like your partnership Like the way you slip There ain't nothing like a That's the way it is That's what I wanna hear Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Over on the rails Slow combustion Drive me wild Gimme head, gimme you Gimme twice the satisfaction Twice as far to go And it's a two's up Gonna be two's up We're gonna have a two's up Two's up Two's up There ain't nothing like a Two's up |
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from Last Action Hero (마지막 액션 히어로) by Michael Kamen [ost] (1993)
Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy There's a bad man cruising around In a big black limousine Don't let it be wrong Don't let it be right Get in his way You're dead in his sights *Big gun Big gun number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Terminators, Uzi makers Shootin' up Hollywood Snakes alive with a .45 Setting off and doing no good If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise Tear flesh off you Classified lady killers Prayin' in the human zoo [Prey'in]? They saddle you up And take you to town Better look out When he come around *Repeat (Show down) Big gun, got a hot one Big gun, got a number one Big gun, loaded and cocked Big gun, hot hot hot Got big gun, ready or not Big gun, give it, give it a shot Terminator, Uzi makers Regulators, gonna get you later Big gun kick the hell out of you |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright Oh I took her by surprise When I gave her one of my lines She started smiling at me real fine (ha ha) That's when I said Can I sit next to you, girl At intermission we were doing alright Until this guy came up and stood by her side Oh I took him by surprise When I gave him one of my lines She started smiling at me real fine And that's when I said Can I sit next to you, girl |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
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 You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage 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 You ask me what I'm all about Come and let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
Ridin' down the highway Goin' to a show Stop in all the byways Playin' rock 'n' roll Gettin' robbed Gettin' stoned Gettin' beat up Broken boned Gettin' had Gettin' took I tell you folks It's harder than it looks It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll If you think it's easy doin' one night stands Try playin' in a rock roll band It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll Hotel motel Make you wanna cry Lady do the hard sell Know the reason why Gettin' old Gettin' grey Gettin' ripped off Under-paid Gettin' sold Second hand That's how it goes Playin' in a band It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll If you wanna be a star of stage and screen Look out it's rough and mean It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll Well it's a long way It's a long way, you should've told me It's a long way, such a long way |
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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)
Well if you're lookin' for trouble I'm the man to see If you're lookin' for satisfaction I'm satisfaction guaranteed I'm as cool as a body on ice Or hotter than a rollin' dice Send you to heaven Take you to hell I ain't foolin' Can't you tell I'm a live wire Gonna set this town on fire Well if you need some lovin' And if you need some man You've got the phone and the number And I got no future plans Oh come on honey you got nothin' to lose You got the thirst 'n I got the booze Give you an inch Take you a mile I wanna make you smile I'm a live wire Holy smoke and sweet desire Like a hot rod baby? Oh stick this in your fuse box Cooler than a body on ice Hotter than a rollin' dice Wilder than a drunken fight You're gonna burn tonight I'm a live wire And I'm gonna set this town on fire |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
My Daddy was workin' nine to five When my Momma was havin' me By the time I was half alive They knew what I was gonna be I left school and grew my hair They didn't understand They wanted me to be respected as A doctor or a lawyer man (But I had other plans) Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star Well I worked real hard and bought myself A rock 'n' roll guitar I gotta be on top some day I wanna be a star I can see my name in lights And I can see the queue I got the devil in my blood Tellin' me what to do (And I'm all ears) Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star (I hear it pays well) Well you can stick your nine to five livin' And your collar and your tie And stick your moral standards 'Cause it's all a dirty lie You can stick your golden handshake And you can stick your silly rules And all the other shit That they teach to kids in school ('Cause I ain't no fool) Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star |
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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 - High Voltage (1994)
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 But 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 and 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 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 Oi I'm dynamite T N T Oi And I'll win the fight T N T I'm a power load T N T Watch me explode |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
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 Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She play'd 'em fast And she play'd '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 |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want some rough Unpack my bags, and take a drag When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time Open up the door And lay upon the floor She open her overcoat Livin' out her dreams Rippin' off my jeans You are a Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Engine roll, and time to go A razorback, a hog attack [I'm] Buildin' steam, [for] whippin' cream She likes a fat, smokin' stack Hangin' off her legs She threw me on the bed Her hand went for my throat As I began to choke She said, Honey shoot your load [Honey shoot your load] You are a Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Yeah Wreckin' ball, let it roll You are a Ballbreaker Buildin' steam, for whippin' cream You are a Ballbreaker Hangin' off her legs She threw me on the bed Her hand went for my throat As I began to choke Honey shoot your load You are a Ballbreaker You are a Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker Ballbreaker |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
Some people say, I'm only out at night
Maybe those folks, might of got it right And some people say I drive a cadillac car Or sell my wares hauntin' hotel bars I'm the boogie man, [yeah] the boogie man [Yeah, yeah, yeah] I like fine suits, smoke the best cigars Like talkin' sex to women, girls in fast cars I might be under the bed, ready to bite So little girl becareful, when you're on your own tonight ['Cause] I'm you're boogie man, you're boogie man And I hope, that you don't misunderstand your boogie man [Oh, I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man Yes I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man Yow, here we go And I hope, that you don't misunderstand Your boogie man] And don't let the sun, come up on me Your boogie man I'm your boogie man, your boogie man [I'm your boogie man, your boogie man I'm your boogie man, your boogie man Boogie man I'm your boogie man Yeah yeah I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man Boogie man] |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
[Oooh yeah]
Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn No firewater, or novacaine No thunderstorm, no John Wayne No kids to rock, nowhere to run So watch out 'cause this place is gonna burn Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive [Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive] They be smokin' your hide, come runnin' wild Tell you nothin' to fear, cause the buck stops here! He came from a little town called Hope And someday, maybe, it'll go up in smoke [I say] No firewater, or novacaine, No thunderstorm, and no John Wayne No kids to rock, nowhere to run So watch out, cause this place is gonna burn Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive It's an all out war, an all out war Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive Somewhere, there's a little town called Hope and someday, maybe baby, he'll inhale that smoke! [Yeah, we're] Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive [Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive] It's an all out war, an all out war Hear the battle roar, it's an all out war [Yeah we're] Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive [Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive] [Yeah] Watch the place burn down |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
Runnin' 'round with the wrong crowd
Goin' out on a last stand Playin' too hard and too loud Bad cards in a bad hand Wanna dance, wanna sing Whip you with that lickin' thing Tonight I'm gonna kick up Out drivin' in a big truck And maybe I'll get beat up Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down Lining up for a roll call Goin' out with a big bang Gettin' caught in a shootout Take it hard like a big man Woman workin' so hot Givin' it everything you've got Just like it's never gonna stop [Ooh] Tonight I'm gonna kick up Out drivin' in a big truck And maybe I'll get beat up Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down [Yeah, yeah, yeah] She take 'em down down down [Ooh] She rip off her stockin's when the place started rockin' Down down down She was a woman with a mission stick it in your face Caught with your pants down Down down down down down Caught with your pants down Caught with your pants down [Caught with your pants down Yeah Rockin' with your pants down Caught me with my pants down I'm happy with my pants down Caught you with your pants down Everybody caught you with your pants down Sneakin' in the alley with your pants down Bustin' in the room (?) with your pants down Ah (x17) Yeeeeeeeeeeeah, yeah ] |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
I like to slip into something good
I see a young girl in the neighborhood The way she move, I must confess I like to run my hands up and down her legs The way she dress, she look so fine I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine] She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow] All right honey, come on lets go Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want] Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need] Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Yeah] Pull on the zip, she give good lip service It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go She make you hot, you spray your lot [So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime] Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied She's kinda rough, she give it tough Come on honey and strut your stuff Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move [Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Let's go Ooooh yeah Yeeeeeeeah Baby what you want It's the way she move me Feel what you need So come on let's go - yeah Cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil Cover you in oil Cover you In oil |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
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 [Rockin' up 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 Caesar 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 - Ballbreaker (1995)
A Rollin' rock, Electric shock
She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop [That don't stop] She line 'em up, Push you 'round Smokin' rings going round and round Her hot potatoes Will elevate you Her bad behavior Will leave you standing proud *hard as a rock [I'm hard as a rock] Hard as a rock Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock] Hard as a rock Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock] The lightnin' rod, Strike it hot Gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock] No nicotine, and no pipe dreams So low and dirty it's darn right mean Hell elevator I'll see you later [Yeah, sooner or later] no I ain't gonna take it I'm busting out [Listen, I'm busting out] * Repeat yea Hard as a rock Harder than a rock Hard as a rock yea I'm getting harder yeah yeeeeeeeeaahh! harder than a rock Well I'm harder than a rock Hard as a rock Baby I'm harder than a rock Hard as a rock Well it's harder than a rock hard as a rock Yeah it's harder than a rock yeah hard as a rock well I'm harder than a rock hard as a rock yes I'm harder, harder, harder, harder than a rock. |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
Love bomb, love bomber
It's a comin' on strong I can't take it any longer Come a rockin' through the door Crusin' the sky, let's fly Blowin' on down and die Open your bays, get ready, it's bomb's away! Love bomb, love bomber Don't scare no bother Where the size doesn't matter Come long, short or badder Crusin' the sky, let's fly Blowin' on down and die Open your bays and drop those bombs away! Love bomb, comin' on, Love bomb Love bomb, get it hard Love bomb [Love bomb, get it on Love bomb, gimme some Love bomb, get it hot Love bomb, yeah, yeah, yeah Love bomb, comin' on Love bomb, give me some Love bomb, get it hot Love bomb, yeah Love bomb, love bomber Love bomb, love bomber Love bomb, love bomber Love bomb, love bomber |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
[Here comes the Furor]
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all Leave you pantin', bust your balls Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty On the killin' floor I'm your furor I'm your furor, baby [Come on, yeah] Friend of mine, cross the line to a new state I can shake the law Find a mine, gonna build me a new place No knockin' door to door I'm your furor I'm your furor, baby What's your furor I'm your furor [Yeah, yeah, yeah] Bring on the furor [c'mon] [Well] I'm your furor What's your furor [Baby] Feel the furor I'm your furor baby I'm your furor What's your furor baby Feel the furor You're my furor I'm your furor I'm your furor |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
Honey roll over, and lettuce on top
Strap you to the bed, and make you rock Run it up the flag, send it on home Push you to the wall, and make you moan She's mine, take what I want Get what I need, don't take it all [So] Don't you hide, gonna blow my mind C'mon taste it honey cause she feel fine She turn it on, Upside down She turn me on, Inside out She turn it on, all around She turn me on, She turn it on Baby bend over, touch your toes [Honey bend over] She take over, the bomb explodes A rockin' rollercoaster, flyin' off the top Take you high diving, off the long drop [Yeah] She's mine, take what I want Get what I need, don't take it all Don't you hide, Gonna blow my mind [I wanna blow my mind] C'mon taste it honey cause she feel fine She turn it on, Upside down She turn me on, Inside out She turn it on, all around She turn me on, She turn it on [Yeah She turn me on She's mine, take what I want Get what I need, don't take it all Don't you hide, gonna blow my mind C'mon taste it honey, cause she feel fine Yeah Oooh yeah She turn it on, Upside down She turn me on, Inside out She turn it on, all around She turn me on, She turn it on She turn it on She turn me on She turn it on She turn me on Yeow She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on Yeah she keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on She turn me on On and on She keep a turnin' me on She keep a turnin' me on ] |
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from AC/DC - Ballbreaker (1995)
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 - 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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Trackback from :: 끔찍하게 민감한 마음 :: 2010-05-05 00:16:22
Subject : 영화보다 살짝 존 이유가 감기약 때문은 아니겠지♪♬♩ <아이언 맨2>(Iron Man 2, 2010)
