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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long
Doin' drugs an' drinkin' whiskey Baby since you been gone Ain't no one I know do it as good as you Lickin' on that lickin' stick the way you do You got the lips to make a strong man weak And a heathen pray Tell you ain't just the way you speak You know it's just the way you go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Mary, Mary, you're the one for me And the way you hum Sting like a bumble bee I'll be 'round to see you 'bout half past ten Ain't felt this good Since I don't know when You got the touch that I need so much In your finger tips I got the honey that ya love to taste On those lovely lips so go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Ooh, baby rub it on Ya know it's sticky and sweet And it's been so long And no else got a touch like you I let you do the things to me I let no other woman do Feels good, feels good, oh yeah You do it like you should Oh yeah yeah I loved you so much Make me so glad I'm a man, go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down Go down, go down, go down Go down Go down |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Well it's a dog eat dog, eat cat too The French eat frog, and I eat you Business man when you make a deal Do you know who you can trust Do you sign your life away Do you write your name in dust Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog Dog eat dog, read the news Someone win, someone lose Up's above and down's below And limbo's in between Up you win, down you lose It's anybody's game Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog And it's a eye for eye Tooth for tooth It's a lie That's the truth See the blind man on the street Lookin' for somethin' free Hear the kind man ask his friend What's in it for me Hey, hey, hey Every dog has its day It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog... |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
In the beginning, back in 1955 Man didn't know about a rock and roll show and all that jive The white man had the smarts, the black man had the blues None knew what they were going to do but Tchaikovsky had the news Let there be sound, there was sound Let there be light, there were lights Let there be drums, there were drums Let there be guitars, there were guitars Owwww, Let there be Rock Whoa And it came to pass, that Rock and Roll was born All across the land every rockin' band was blowing up a storm The guitar man got famous, the business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar with a seven year itch There were 15 million fingers learning how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' and this is what hey had to say! Let there be light, sound, drums, guitars Owwww, let there be Rock (Angus rips it up!) One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band The music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - "Let there be rock" |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
On the day I was born
The rain fell down There was trouble brewin' in my home town It was the seventh day I was the sixth son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I said no I do the bad boy boogie Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad I had me more dirty women than most men ever had All you women come along with me And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be I said right and they said left I said east and they said west I said up and they said down I do the bad boy boogie All over town I wouldn't tell you no story Tell you no lie I was born to love till the day I die I just line 'em up And I knock 'em down And they all came a runnin' when the word got around Just keep a runnin' (Bad boy boogie) I said up They said down (Bad boy boogie) They said straight I said round (Bad boy boogie) They said lost I said found (Bad boy boogie) I said free And they said bound Bad boy boogie Do the bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Cop this I'm hot, and when I'm not I'm cold as ice Get out of my way Just Step aside Or pay the price What I want I take What I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child I'm a problem child, yes I am I'm a problem child And I'm wild Make my stand No man's land On my own Man in blue It's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash What I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child, hey I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Just runnin' wild Just watch your step Every night Street light I drink my booze Some run Some fight But I win they lose What I need I like What I don't I fight And I don't like you Say bye bye While you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
I never smoked me no cigarettes
I never drank much booze But I'm only a man doncha understand A man can sometimes lose You gave me somethin' I never had Pulled me down with you Hit me up with a big hunka love Hope you can pull you through I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true, Ain't nothin' I can do I overdosed on you Oh woman you give to me More than I can take But listen honey I don't mind You're a habit I don't wanna break Don't want me none of that harder stuff Don't need it anymore I'm in hell and I'm sinkin' fast And I don't need no cure I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true Ain't nothin' I can do I overdosed on you I was as happy as a man can be To far gone to save Died of love and plenty of Just write on my grave I overdosed on you I overdosed on you Crazy but it's true There's nothin' I can do I overdosed on you On you On you, on you All over you, all over you, all over I overdosed, overdosed Overdosed on you Overdosed, aaaahhhh |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
Hey you - Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fools me around What's she doing to me? Out for satisfaction, any piece of action That ain't the way it should be She needs love, smells out a man She's gotta see Pours my beer, licks my ear Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't a bad place to be Spends my money, drinks my booze, stays out every night And I got to thinking, "Hey, just a minute, something ain't right" Disillusions and confusion Make me want to cry All the same, you lead your games Tellin' me your lies Don't mind her playing a demon As long as it's with me If this is hell then you could say It's heavenly Hell ain't a bad place to be Late at night turns down the lights Closes up on me Opens my heart, tears it apart Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't no bad place to be |
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from AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (2003)
gonna tell you a story 'bout a woman I now when it comes to loven O, she steels the show she aint exactly pretty she aint exactly small 42 39 56 you could say she got it all oh, never had a woman, never had a woman like you doing all the things, doing all the things that you do aint no fairy story, ain't not skin and bone but you give it all you got, weighing in at 19 stone you're a whole lotta woman, a whole lotta woman you're a whole lotta rosie, a wole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie you're a whole lotta woman hunny you could do it, do it to me all night long hunny wanna turn, hunny oh you really turn me on all through the night time, all round the clock Lord have mercy don't you ever stop She's a whole lotta women, a whole lotta women She's a whole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie, a whole lotta rosie She's a whole lotta women |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
If you're, havin' trouble with the high school head, he's givin' you the blues. You wanna graduate but not in his bed, here's what you gotta' do. Pick up the phone, I'm always home, call me anytime, Just ring 36,24,36, hey! I lead a life of crime, Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. You got problems in your life of love, you've got a broken heart. He's double dealin' with your best friend, thats when the teardrops start, fella'. Pick up the phone, I'm here alone, oh make a social call. Come right in, forget about him, we'll have ourselves a ball. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds,Done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. If 'ya, got a lady and 'ya want her gone, but you ain't got the guts. She keeps naggin' at 'ya night and day, enough to drive you nuts. Pick up the phone, leave her alone. It's time you made a stand. For a fee, I'm happy to be, your back door man. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap. Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT! Done dirt cheap! Neckties, contracts, high voltage! Done dirt cheap! Dirty Deeds, done dirt cheap! Dirty Deeds, done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds! Doin' what I think you want me to! Done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds, dirty deeds. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap! Yaaahhhhh! |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
You never told me where you came from
You never told me your name I didn't know if you were legal tender But I spent you just the same I didn't think it could happen to me But I fell in love in the first degree It was love at first feel (I was touched with too much) They told me it was disgustin They told me it was a sin They saw me knocking on your front door And they saw me smile when you let me in You and me baby we're all alone Let's get something goin While your mum and dad ain't home It was love at first feel (Feel good just like I knew it would) |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Well I'm ever upper-class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all And my balls are always bouncing And my ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire I've got big balls Oh, I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night Oh, we've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Dirty big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all Oh, we've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls/And I'm just itching to tell you about them Dirty big balls/Oh we had such wonderful fun He's got big balls/Seafood cocktail She's got big balls/Crabs But we've got the biggest balls of them all(crayfish) Oh, bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Bullock sucker Eh-yeah |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a right out of controller, i'm a wheeler, i'm dealer i'm a wicked woman stealer, i'm a cruiser, i'm recluse a rockin rollin man i got slicked back hair, skin tight jeans, cadillac car and a tean age dream i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man :D Angus Young Solo :D i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man * more amazing Angus solo * i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin man i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rockin rollin, rockin rollin man ow! wooo! wanna jive honey come on spin you round o ya i'm a rocker, i'm a roller i'm a rocker, look at me roll |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Cop this I'm hot, and when I'm not I'm cold as ice Get out of my way Just Step aside Or pay the price What I want I take What I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child I'm a problem child, yes I am I'm a problem child And I'm wild Make my stand No man's land On my own Man in blue It's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash What I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child, hey I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Just runnin' wild Just watch your step Every night Street light I drink my booze Some run Some fight But I win they lose What I need I like What I don't I fight And I don't like you Say bye bye While you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), you got your problems I got mine (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
Well me and the boys Are out to have some fun Gonna put on a show Come on let's go CHORUS: There's gonna be some rockin' There's gonna be some rockin' There's gonna be some rockin' at the show tonight Every night There's a rock 'n' roll Queen Gonna quiver and quake Gonna shake her thing CHORUS (It's a rock 'n' roll show) We got a big fat sound Wanna share it round Got a big bass drum Gonna have some fun CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
The following is a true story
Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty - Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you got the dollar, we got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeh boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Momma whose a hummer (and I've gota mama, whose a hummer) Whose keeping me alive ((just) keepin' me alive) While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys (while I'mdoin' drinkin She's working 9 to 5 (with the boys) (She) knows her place that woman Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, "Look at me" In my rock 'n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire Repeat "Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour?" "Oh yea... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport" |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
It's another lonely evening
In another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed Ain't too young to admit it No, I'm not too old to lie I'm just another empty head That's why I'm lonely I'm so lonely But I know what I'm gonna do I'm gonna ride on (Ride on) (Ride on) Standing on the edge of the road (Ride on) Thumb in the air (Ride on) One of these days I'm gonna (Ride on) Change my evil ways Till then I'll just keep riding on Broke another promise Now I broke another heart But I ain't too young to realize That I ain't too old to try Try to get back to the start And it's another red light nightmare Ooh, another red light street And I ain't too old to hurry 'Cause I ain't too old to die But I sure am hard to beat But I'm lonely Lord I'm lonely What am I gonna do? (Ride on) (Ride on) Got myself a one-way ticket (Ride on) (Ride on) Going the wrong way (Ride on) Gonna change my evil ways (Ride on) One of these days One of these days Ride on Ride on I'm gonna ride on Ride on, looking for a truck Ride on Ride on, keep on riding Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on (Ride on) (Ride on) Gonna have myself a good time (Ride on) Ooh yeah (Ride on) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ride on) One of these days (Ride on) One of these days |
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from AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (2000)
she said she'd never been..mmm never been touched before she said she never been this far before she said she never like'd mmmm..to be excited she said she allways had had to fight it (and she never won) she said she'd never been never been ball'ed before and i don't think (yeah) she'll ever ball no more (fixed her good) (hey) (Squealer) when i held her hand (Squealer) i made her understand (Squealer) when i kiss'ed her lips (Squealer) sucked herfinger tips (hey) (Squealer) ooo it started getting hot (Squealer) made it hard to stop (Squealer) got to much (Squealer) i think i got a magic touch (owww) ***solo*** (yoww) Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer (hell yeah) Squealer she was a Squealer Squealer Squealer Squealer she was a squealllll Squealer she never been Squealer she had'nt been Squealer Squealer Squealer (Squealer) Squealer she was a Squealer Squealer |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
Saw you in the front row
Moving to the beat (Just movin' and groovin') Killed me when I saw The wet patch on your seat (Wasn't Coca Cola) Oh baby I hope you liked the show When the band said good night I had to say hello CHORUS: Little lover, I can't get you off my mind Little lover, I've been trying hard to find Someone like you Oh baby You sure looked sweet (Cruisin') A leg either side Of my motorcycle seat (Just oozin') Could have been a nightmare Could have been a dream But on my way home, babe I thought I heard you scream CHORUS You had my picture On your bedroom wall (Next to Gary Glitter) I was standing on the stage Playing rock 'n' roll (I was a guitar picker) Never had a record Never had a hit Oh baby You didn't mind a bit CHORUS Baby I know you're a - Little lover |
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from AC/DC - High Voltage (1994)
She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman She's got spunk that woman Funk that woman She's got speed my babe Got what I need my babe She's got the ability To make a man outta me CHORUS: But most important of all Let me tell you My lady's got balls She's got balls She's got soul my lady Likes to crawl my lady All around the floor on her hands and knees Oh because she likes to please me CHORUS And she's got taste my lady Pace my lady Makes my heart race With her pretty face She's got balls my lady Likes to crawl my lady Hands and knees all around the floor No one has to tell her what a fella is for CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
you see it on television every day
you hear it on the radio it ain't humid but it sure is hot way down in Mexico police tryin' to tell me beginnin' of the end sayin' it'll bend me too late my friend riff raff well it's good for a laugh (ha ha ha) riff raff go on and laugh yourself in half (smile a while) now I'm the kind of guy that keeps his big mouth shut but don't bother me somebody kickin' me when I'm up leave me in misery I never shot nobody don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just havin' fun riff raff oh well it's good for a laugh riff raff go on laugh yourself in half (thank you) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
On the day I was born
The rain fell down There was trouble brewin' in my home town It was the seventh day I was the sixth son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I said no I do the bad boy boogie Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad I had me more dirty women than most men ever had All you women come along with me And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be I said right and they said left I said east and they said west I said up and they said down I do the bad boy boogie All over town I wouldn't tell you no story Tell you no lie I was born to love till the day I die I just line 'em up And I knock 'em down And they all came a runnin' when the word got around Just keep a runnin' (Bad boy boogie) I said up They said down (Bad boy boogie) They said straight I said round (Bad boy boogie) They said lost I said found (Bad boy boogie) I said free And they said bound Bad boy boogie Do the bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
She gave me the queen
She gave me the king She was wheelin' and dealin' Just doin' her thing She was holdin' a pair But I had to try Her deuce was wild But my ace was high But how was I to know That she'd been dealt with before? Said she'd never had a full house But I should have known From the tattoo on her left leg And the garter on her right She'd have the card to bring me down If she played it right She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She played 'em fast And she played 'em hard She could close her eyes And feel every card But how was I to know That she'd been shuffled before? Said she'd never had a royal flush But I should have known That all the cards were comin' From the bottom of the pack And if I'd known what she was dealin' out I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and who knows what else? She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack She gave me the Jack, hey She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, can't ya tell? She's got the Jack Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack You never know, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and it hurts! She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oooooh! "Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks. Goodnight and God bless!" |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm hot, and when I'm not
I'm cold as ice Get out of my way, just step aside Or pay the price What I want I take, what I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife, I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Feel like running wild Make my stand, no man's land On my own Man in blue, it's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash, what I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive, I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Just feel like running wild ~(SOLO)~ Every night, street light I drink my booze Some run, some fight But I win they lose What I need I like, what I don't I fight And I don't like you Yeah, say bye-bye while you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), .... (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh, she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty She ain't exactly small 42-39-56 You could say she's got it all Never had a woman, never had a woman like you Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin-and-bones But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long Only one can turn, only one can turn me on All through the night-time Right around the clock To my suprise, Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands and You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way and You wanna know what I'm all about Come on let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll (mumble, mumble...) Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news, he said Let there be sound, and there was sound Let there be light, and there was light Let there be drums, there was drums Let there be guitar, there was guitar Let there be rock And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowin' up a storm And the guitar man got famous The business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar With a seven year itch There was fifteen million fingers Learnin' how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' And this is what they had to say Let there be light, sound, drums, guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand There was a 42 decibel rockin' band And the music was good And the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd Let there be rock |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller I'm a right out of controller I'm a wheeler I'm a dealer I'm a wicked woman stealer I'm a bruiser I'm a cruiser I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got slicked black hair Skin tight jeans Cadillac car And a teenage dream I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got lorex socks Blue suede shoes V8 CAR And tattoos I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin', rockin rollin man, hey Wanna jive honey? C'mon, spin you 'round, hey yeah! Yeah I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, look at me roll! |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be I know I ain't doing much Doing nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock 'n' roller welfare Sitting in my Cadillac Listening to my radio Suzy baby get on in Tell me where she want to go I'm living in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline CHORUS: I've got holes in my shoes And I'm way overdue Down payment blues Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can't even feed my cat On social security Hiding from the rent man Oh it makes me want to cry Sheriff knocking on my door Ain't it funny how the time flies Sitting on my sailing boat Sipping off my champaign Suzy baby all at sea Say she want to come again Feeling like a paper cup Blowing down a storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford (a cabaret?) CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
She had the way
Had the way The way of letting me know She knew the game Called the play Oh she hit me low She said, Now you go your way I'll go mine And that's a start Doctor, doctor Ain't no cure For the pain in my heart CHORUS: Gimme a bullet to bite on Something to chew Gimme a bullet to bite on And I'll make believe I'll make believe it's you Don't need no drink Don't need no drug Don't need no sympathy Sooner or later Send me a bill For what she's doing to me Operator Long distance lips On the telephone Come tomorrow Come to grips With me all alone CHORUS Bullet to bite on |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio It ain't humid but it sure is hot Down in Mexico The boy is trying to tell me Near enough to the edge (?) Say they've all been there Too late my friend CHORUS: Riff raff Always good for a laugh (ha ha ha) Riff raff Go on, laugh yourself in half (Smile awhile) Now I'm the kind of guy who keeps his big mouth shut Don't bother me Somebody give me one arm up Leave me in misery I've never shot nobody Don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just having fun CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Well I tied my baby to the railroad track
Cannonball down the line Giving that woman just a one more chance To give it to me one more time Engineer wishing he was home in bed Dreaming about Casey Jones Wide-eyed woman heading a mile ahead Thinking about broken bones CHORUS: It's her love that I want It's her love that I need It's her love got to have It's her love Heavenly body flying across the sky Superman was out of town Come on honey, gotta change your tune Cause it's a long way down Clark Kent looking for a free ride Thinking about Louise Lane It's a bird, it's a plane, it's - a suicide And that'd be a shame CHORUS But what's next to the moon? Long Arm looking for a fingerprint Trying to find the mystery clue Hitting me with the third degree Working on a thumb screw Alright, officer, I confess Everything's coming back I didn't mean to hurt that woman of mine It was a heart attack CHORUS What's next to the moon |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Two faced woman with the two faced lies
I hope your two faced living made you satisfied Tell me baby I was your only one While you've been running around town with every mother's son Told your story about the women like you Told your story about the things you do I used to think that you were sugar and spice I should've listened to my mother's advice CHORUS: Kicked in the teeth again Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win Kicked in the teeth again Ain't this misery ever gonna end? And I've been kicked in the teeth Kicked in the teeth again Two faced woman, such a crying shame Don't know nothing, you're all the same You run around, hope you had your fun You never know who's gonna win till the race been run CHORUS |
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