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HELLS BELLS
(Young - Young - Johnson)

I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain
I'm coming 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 ya, satan get ya

Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine
See the white light flashing as I split the night
Cos if good's on the left then I'm sticking 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 ya satan get ya

Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

Hells bells, satan's coming to you
Hells bells, he's ringing them now
Those hells bells, the temperature's high
Hells bells, across the sky
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight
Hells bells

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



SHOOT TO THRILL
(Young - Young - Johnson)

All you women who want a man of the street
Don't know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming
And put your hand out to me
Cos I'm the one who's gonna make you burn
I'm gonna take you down
Down down down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it pull it
Pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill play to kill
Too many women with too many pills, yeah
Shoot to thrill play to kill
I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will, yeah

I'm like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that's ready to blow
Cos 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
Cos I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough and I can't get my fill
I shoot to thrill play to kill, yeah

Pull the trigger, pull it!
Pull it, pull it!
Pull the trigger!

Ah, 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
Cos I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill
And I can't get enough and I can't get my fill
Cos I shoot to thrill play to kill

Yeah
Shoot you down, yeah
I'm gonna get you down on the bottom
Shoot you, I'm gonna shoot you
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm gonna shoot you down, yeah yeah
I'm gonna get you down, down down down down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
I'm gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



WHAT DO YOU DO FOR MONEY HONEY
(Young - Young - Johnson)

You're workin' in bars ridin' in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view on the finest avenue
Lookin' at your beat on the street
You're always pushin', shovin', satisfied with nothing
You bitch you must be gettin' old
So stop your life on the road
All your diggin' for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, I wonder

Honey, what do you do for money
Honey, what do you do for money
Ah, where do you get your kicks

You're lovin' on the take and you're always on the make
Squeezin' all the blood outta men
They're all standin' in a queue just to spend a 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 gettin' slow
So stop your life on the road
All your diggin' for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, yes I wonder

Honey, what do you do for money
Ah honey, what do you do for money

What do you do for money honey
How do you get your kicks
What do you do for money honey
How do you get your licks

Honey, what do you do for money, I said
Honey, what do you do for money, oh oh yeah
(Honey), ah honey, (what do you do for money)
What you gotta do for money
(Honey), ah honey, (what do you do for money)
What you gonna do
Ah what you gonna do

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



GIVEN THE DOG A BONE
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Oooh, yeah
She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down at ninety degrees
She blowing me crazy
'Til my ammunition is dry
Ah she's using her head again
She's using her head
Ah she's using her head again

I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)

She's no Mona Lisa
No she's no playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
Ah she's using her head again (using her head again)
She's using her head (using her head again)
Ah she's using her head again (using her head)

I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)

She's 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 the lot, give it everything I got

Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone)
I'm just giving the dog, giving the dog, giving the dog
Ooh I'm just giving the dog a bone

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



LET ME PUT MY LOVE INTO YOU
(Young - Young - Johnson)

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
I'll be guiding in, we'll be riding
Giving what you got to me
Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry 'cause it's your turn tonight

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

Ah, like a fever burning faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings got me reeling
They got me raising steam
Now don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight, yeah

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
Cut it

Let me, let me
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
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

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



BACK IN BLACK
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Back in black, I hit the sack
I been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm, let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
Using every one of them and runnin' 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 the gang
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck just get out of my way

'Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back, well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Well I'm back, yes I'm back
Well I'm back, yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

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
Outta sight


© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG
(Young - Young - Johnson)

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

And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

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 course
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

And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
It 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
Ah, you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



HAVE A DRINK ON ME
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Whiskey gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
We gonna make a big noise
So don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque we'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
C'mon

I'm dizzy drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
Yes my glass is getting shorter
On whiskey ice and water
Yeah so c'mon have a good time
And get blinded outta your mind
So don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque we'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Get stoned

Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
C'mon

Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink you dry
Gonna get me high
C'mon all the boys
Make a noise
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
On, me

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



SHAKE A LEG
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Idle juvenile on the street on the street
He's kickin' everything with his feet with his feet
Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law

Don't kick don't fight don't sleep at night
And shake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake it again

Keepin' out of trouble with eyes in the back of my face
Kickin' ass in the class and they tell me I'm 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 outta 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

Magazines wet dreams dirty women on machine's for me
Big licks skin flicks tricky dick's are my chemistry
Goin' against the grain tryin' to keep me sane with you
So stop your grinnin' and drop your linen for me

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
Shake it
C'mon

Idle juvenile on the street on the street
Kickin' everything with his feet with his feet yeah
Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law yeah
Spittin' and bitin' and kickin' 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
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake it

© 1980, J. Albert & Son, Pty.



ROCK AND ROLL AIN'T NOISE POLLUTION
(Young - Young - Johnson)

Alright
Hey there all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
And why you out there sittin' on a fence
So get off your arse and come down here
Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man
To me it makes good good sense
Good sense let's go

Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations comin' up from the floor
We're just listenin' to the rock
That's givin' too much noise
Are you deaf you wanna hear some more
We'll just talk 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

I took a look inside your bedroom door
You looked so good lyin' on your bed
Well I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love
You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead
We'll just talk 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

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' rolling will survive
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll will never die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll
Ah rock 'n' roll
Is just rock 'n' roll, yeah