AC/DC

Formed in 1973 in Sydney, Australia, AC/DC found their earliest success in their native country. After releasing their albums in the U.S. and touring outside of Australia in the late 1970s, the band began to receive international recognition. Their breakthrough was «Highway to Hell», but this success was marred by the death of singer Bon Scott. However, AC/DC continued on with Brian Johnson and went on to even bigger success in with the album «Back in Black» and they are still going strong today.

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◊  ‘Play Ball’  ⇓  [«Rock or Bust»_2014]

Listen!
Pick me up
Fill my cup
Pour me another round
Come on in, mix in the sin
Come in and join the crowd
I said it’s party time
When I’m on the loose
Make it feel alright
Listen, drinks all around
I’m in the mood
Because the night is mine

Let’s play ball
Shoot it down the wall
Let’s play ball, baby
Battin’ down the stalls
Play, play, play ball

Listen Sid, light me up
I’m in love
I’m all regional now
Dive on in and swim in the gin
Come on, shout it out loud

Let’s play ball
Shoot it down the wall, yeah
Let’s play ball
Battin’ down the stalls, yeah
Play, play, play ball

Let’s play ball
Shootin’ down the wall
Let’s play ball
And never stall
Let’s play ball . . .

*         *         *

◊ – Stiff Upper Lip  ⇓

I was out on a drive on a bit of a trip
Lookin’ for thrills to get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff …….Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl  I bite everything
I’m big and I’m drawl  And I’ll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip and I shoot from the hip …

I’m workin’ it out  And I’ve done everything
I can’t reform  –  Can you feel my sting

I keep a stiff upper lip and I shoot from the hip …

I’m out on the prowl  And I’ll ball your thing
Got teeth that’ll bite you  Can you feel that sting

I keep a stiff upper lip and I shoot from the hip …

Stiff upper lip

◊ – Thunderstruck  ⇓

◊ –  Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be  ⇓

Hey you   –   Yeah you

Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not
Puts me down, fool me around – Why she do it to me
Out for satisfaction, any piece of action
That ain’t the way it should be

She needs love, knows I’m the 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
All the disillusions and confusion make me wanna to cry
Oh, the same, you’re playin’ your games
Tellin’ me those lies

Don’t mind her playing a demon  –  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

Then 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  –  I said hell, ain’t no bad place to be
Hell, ain’t no bad place to be  –  You know that hell, ain’t no bad place to be

◊ –   Whaddya do for Money Honey?  ⇓

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? OW!!!!

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? OH! Honey, whaddya do for money?

Yeow! 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,yeah! 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?

◊ _Up To My Neck In You  ⇓

I’ve been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life I’ve been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
I’m tellin’ you
(The trouble was I needed you)
Now I’m up — up to my neck in you
I’ve been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Up to my neck on a railroad track
Waitin’ for a train  To toot on through
I was feeling my time was due
(The trouble was) ????
Now I’m up — up to my neck in you
I’ve been up to my neck in whiskey
Up to my neck in wine
Up to my neck in ????
Guess this ???? wasn’t mine
I was a loser,  Yeah, I lost it
Baby you were too good,
Too good to be true
What you got no-one else can do
Now I’m up — up to my neck in you
(The trouble was I needed you)
Now I’m up — up to my neck in you

◊_Back in Black  ⇓

Back in black,  I hit the sack,
I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back,
Yes I’m let loose,  From the noose,
That’s kept me hanging about.

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.

Chorus:
‘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, in my power pack.

Yes, I’m in a bang,  With a gang,
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang.

◊ –  Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap  ⇓

If your havin’ trouble with your high school head
He’s givin’ you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in ‘is bed
Here’s what you gotta do –
Pick up the phone  –  I’m always home
Call me any time  –  Just ring – 36 24 36 4
I lead a life of crime  –  Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
Dirty Deeds and they’re Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
You got problems in your life of love  –  You got a broken heart
He’s double dealin’ with your best friend
That’s when the teardrops start fella
Pick up the phone  –  I’m here alone
Or make a social call  –  Come right in
Forget about him  –  We’ll have ourselves a ball.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
Dirty Deeds and they’re Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain’t got the guts
She keeps naggin’at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts –
Pick up the phone  –  Leave her alone
It’s time you made your stand
For a fee I’ll be happy to be your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
Dirty Deeds and they’re Done Dirt Cheap
[repeat]
Concrete Shoes, Cyanide, TNT,
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, Contracts, High Voltage!
Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap . . .

◊  –   Whole Lotta Rosie  ⇓

Wanna tell you a story  ‘bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin’ – Oh she steals the show
She ain’t exactly pretty  –  Ain’t exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she’s got it all

Never had a woman  –  Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things  –  Doing all the things you do
Ain’t no fairy story  –  Ain’t no skin and bone
But you give it all you got  –  Weighing in at nineteen stones

You’re a whole lotta woman  –  A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie  …  Whole lotta Rosie 
And you’re a whole lotta woman

Oh honey you can do it  –  Do it to me all night long
Only one to turn  –  Only one to turn me on
All through the night time  and right around the clock
To my surprise  Rosie never stops

She was a whole lotta woman  –  A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie  …  Whole lotta Rosie
And you’re a whole lotta woman

Oh! a whole lotta woman  –  A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie  –  Whole lotta Rosie
Your a Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman man man man man

Whole lotta Rosie  –  Whole lotta woman  –  Whole lotta woman

◊ –    Let There Be Rock  ⇓

In the beginning  –  Back in nineteen fifty five
Man didn’t know ‘bout a rock ‘n’ roll show ‘N all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz  –  The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do – But Tschaikovsky had the news, he said

Let there be light, and there was light
Let there be sound, and there was sound
Let there be drums, there was drums
Let there be guitar, there was guitar, ah
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, ‘n guitar, ah  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!