Texte AC/DC

DIE BAND

FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK

Oh yeah! Yeah!
Woh! Oh!
We roll tonight to the guitar bite

Yeah, yeah! Oh!


Stand up and be counted, for what you are about to receive

We are the dealers, we'll give you everything you need
Hail, hail to the good times, 'cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause, we're just living for today
Chorus For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rose 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
Chorus 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
Solo
We're just a battery for hire with the guitar fire, ready and
aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
for the twenty-one gun salute
Chorus 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
Outro We salute you, c'mon
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot! Shoot!
Yeah, for those that give and those that take
Those that try and those who are on the make
We salute you
We salute you
We salute you
We salute you
Fire!

© Johnson/Young/Young, 1982

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Living easy, living free, season ticket on a one way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be, taking everything in my stride

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme, ain't nothing I'd rather do

Going down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell

Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell



No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around

Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playing in a rocking band

Hey mama, look at me, I'm on the way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell


Bridge Mmm
Don't stop me
Solo
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Yeah and I'm going down
All the way
Wow!
We're on the highway to hell

© Scott/Young/Young, 1979

TNT

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 T.V. screen
Out for all that I can get, if you know what I mean
Women to the left of me, and women to the right
Ain't got no gun, ain't got no knife, don't you start no fight

'Cause I'm TNT, I'm dynamite (TNT)
And I'll win the fight (TNT)
I'm a power load (TNT)
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 and lock up your wife
Lock up your back door and run for your life
The man is back in town, so don't you mess around

'Cause I'm TNT, I'm dynamite (TNT)
And I'll win the fight (TNT)
I'm a power load (TNT)
Watch me explode!

TNT. Oi! Oi! Oi!
TNT. Oi! Oi! Oi!
TNT. Oi! Oi! Oi!
TNT. Oi! Oi! Oi!
TNT. I'm dynamite (TNT)
And I'll win the fight (TNT)
I'm a power load (TNT)
Watch me explode!

© Scott/Young/Young, 1980

TOUCH TOO MUCH

It was one of those nights

When you turn 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, wasn't the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
Chorus 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 damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She's got a touch, a touch too much
Bridge Ough!
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of Venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Like a thunder and lightning storm
It wasn't the first, wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard, wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
Chorus 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 damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She had a touch, a touch too much
Bridge Touch me!

(Solo Intermezzo)
Seems like a touch (touch too much)
You know it's much too much (much to touch)
I really wanna feel you (touch too much)
Girl you know you're giving me (much to touch)
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
'Cause you're much too much, too much, too much
Chorus Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Giving me a touch, a touch too much
Maybe not a touch, a touch too much
A touch too much
A touch too much
A touch too much
Touch
Come on and touch me
Yeah

© Scott/Young/Young, 1980

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