CAN'T STAND STILL

Can't Stand Still :stiff upper lip
When I see a pretty woman
You know it gives me a thrill
And she's a tailor made to order
You know I can't stand still
And you won't need a doctor
'Cause it'll cure all ills
And when I hear a noisy party
You know it gives me a chill
It gets me rockin' and a rollin'
And I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
When it comes to sippin' honey
You know I drink my fill
And I'll be dancin' on the water
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
Baby I can't stand still
I just can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't
You know I can't stand still

Thank you lads, thank you lads, thank you

SAFE IN NEW YORK CITY

Safe In New York City :stiff upper lip

Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City

CAN'T HOLD ME BACK

Can't Hold Me Back from Stiff Upper Lip

I got a big fat Cadillac built for you
I got a honk that'll blow the avenue
Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing
Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man
Give me five o here boy, that's what I'll do
Got a big fat momma who can hold a tune
Gotta slip that bone in hard and mean
A honky tonk woman get the best of me
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill
I got a sugar boot money baby that'll kill
A honky tonk 15 golden mile
Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town
You can get me to the ball man, drivin' in
And don't balk the kill, call in the 'ville
You gotta map the wrong town, hit the road
You got the whole boppa movin' on down the road
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
Can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you get a heart attack
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back

HOUSE OF JAZZ

From Stiff Upper Lip

Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in

I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz, yes

Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
A spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in

I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz

MELTDOWN

Meltdown :FROM STIFF UPPER LIP
I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin’ a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
I got a feelin’ in my bones
I been rackin’ my brains out all night long
Stokin’ up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin’ on and on’ burnin’ on
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
Meltdown
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, gonna burn, it’s a meltdown
I said burn down
It's a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
It's a meltdown, it's a meltdown

ALL SCREWED UP

"Get ready
You think your kinda tough
You're walkin' kinda rough
When you want any more
You go fast wo' wo' wo'
Things go tough
And you strut your stuff
And I want your thing
Then you're out of luck
Yes you are
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Take you out to kick some butt
Work you over screw you nuts
And when you can't take no more
Then she push you out that door
And things go hard
Like a dog gone mad
She can pack some punch
Then you're out to lunch, back at one
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Cant' tell I'm comin'
All screwed up, yeah
I said it's all screwed up
All screwed up, yeah

Said you're all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Said you think you got some balls
But you're always out to lunch
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yeah!"

STIFF UPPER LIP

Well 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
And 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 keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well I’m workin’ it out
And I’ve done everything
And I can’t reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well I’m out on the prowl
And I’ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that’ll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip

BALL BREAKER

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 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
Engine roll, time to go
A rozorback, a hog attack
Buildin' steam, 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
You are a ballbreaker
Wreckin' ball, let it roll
You are a ballbreaker
Buildin' steam, whippin' cream
You are a ballbreaker

AIN'T NO FUN WAITIN ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE

(Album: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, 1976) this is the Australian album cover

"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
Nothings gonna stop us - no nothing
So if you got the money
We 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've got holes in my shoes
I've got holes in my teeth
I've got holes in my socks
I can't get no sleep
I'm trying to make a million -
And I've 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 -
And I've got a Mama whose a hummer
Whose keeping me alive
While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys
She's working 9 to 5 (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
And my bottle of booze (no summer time blues)
Shouting out 'look at me'
In my rock 'n' roll voice
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
repeat
repeat
Hello Howard, how ya doin'
my next door neighbour
Oh Yea
Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport!"

HIGHWAY TO HELL

{scott, young & young} this cover was the Australian one.

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 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, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Mamma, 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

THUNDERSTRUCK

I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) [...of a lightning attack]
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck

BACK IN BLACK

BACK IN BLACK {young & young}
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
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, 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
CHORUS
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

ROCK N ROLL DAMNATION

They say that you play too loud,
Well, baby, that's tough!
They say that you got too much,
Can't get enough!
They tell you that you look a fool,
And, baby, I'm a fool for you!
They say that your mind's diseased,
Shake your stuff!

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation!
Ma's own whippin' boy!
Rock 'n' roll damnation!
Take a chance while you still got the choice!

You say that you want respect,
Honey, for what?
For everything that you've done for me,
Thanks a lot!
Get up off your bended knees,
You could set your mind at ease!
My temperature's runnin' hot,
Oh I've been waitin' all night for a bite o' what you got!

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation!
Ma's own whippin' boy!
Rock 'n' roll damnation!
Take a chance while you still got the choice!

Oh it's a hard life

(Damnation!) They're puttin' you down,
(Damnation!) All over town!
(Damnation!) 'Cause you're way outta reach,
Livin' on the streets, you gotta practice what you preach!

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation!
Ma's own whippin' boy!
Rock 'n' roll damnation!
Take a chance while you still got the choice!
SOLO
(Damnation!) Left a happy home,
(Damnation!) To live on your own!
(Damnation!) You wanna live in sin,
(Damnation!) It's a rock 'n' roll -
Damnation! Just a bundle of joy,
(Damnation!) You're a toy for a boy!
(Damnation!) You got dollars in your eyes,
(Damnation!) Chasin' that pie in the sky!
(Damnation!) Rock 'n' roll -
Damnation!

Written by Bon Scott, Malcolm Young and Angus Young. Powerage album.

DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP

If you're havin trouble with your 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
Im always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey
I lead a life of crime
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
she's double dealin with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start - fella
Pick up the phone
Im here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you aint got the guts
She keeps naggin at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
Its time you made a stand
For a fee
Im happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty deeds 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

{ Written by Bon, Malcolm and Angus} originally released on the album Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap in September 1976 in Australia only. Produced by Harry Vanda & George Young.

SOUL STRIPPER

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 didnt know I fell in her trap

Chorus:
Then she made me say things I didnt want to say
Then she made me play games I didnt want to play
She was a soul stripper, she took my heart
Soul stripper, and tore me apart

She started moving nice and easy
Slowly getting into my spine
Killing off this nice little feeling
Ooooh, everyone she could find
And when she had me hollow and naked
Thats when she put me down
Chorus

Written by Malcom and Angus. Produced by Harry and George in February 1975, it appeared on the original High Voltage album which was only released in Australia and New Zealand.

SHOW BUSINESS

You learn to sing
You learn to play
Why dont the businessman
Ever learn to pay
Chorus: Thats show bizness
Show bizness
Show bizness
Thats the way it goes
You play in halls
You play in bars
You're climbin walls
Chasin stars
Chorus
You pay the men
You pay your dues
When its all gone
You sing the blues
Chorus
You wanna roll
You wanna rock
But you find it hard
If your guitars in hock
Chorus
We smoke our butts
They smoke cigars
We drown in debt
They drown in bars
Chorus
You pull a chick
Take her home
No use, man
You're worn out to the bone
Chorus

{ Written by Malcolm, Bon and Angus for the Australian High Voltage album, 1975}

JAILBREAK

There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judges gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said I aint spending my life here
I aint living alone
Aint breaking no rocks on the chain gang
Im breakin out and headin home
Gonna make a jailbreak
And Im lookin towards the sky
Im 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 hed 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 flyin 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 .........Jailbreak............Jailbreak

{Written by Bon, Malcolm and Angus. Jailbreak was on the Australian only album of Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, released in September 1976, it did not appear on the worldwide version. Produced by Harry and George.