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Volts 1997



Brian Johnson - vocals;
Angus Young - guitar;
Phil Rudd - drums;
Cliff Williams - bass;
Malcolm Young - rhythm guitar.

1, 7, 8, 9, 10 песни вместо Cliff Williams
на бас-гитаре играет Mark Evans


Dirty Eyes
Touch Too Much
If You Want Blood You Got It
Back Seat Confidential
Get It Hot
Sin city
She's Got Balls
School Days
It's A Long Way To The Top
Ride On
+ 6 коротких интервью с Боном.


DIRTY EYES
Young/Young/Scott

You hypnotize

Hunger
Yeah Hunger
You do it
Woooo, do it good
Do it all right
Every night
When you turn off the light
It's outta sight
(Alright)

You hypnotize
Mezmorize
with your dirty eyes
dirty eyes
Your dirty eyes

Baby
????
????
Send shivers down my spine
and you're so ???? that you're mine
That's what turns me on
All night long

You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty Eyes
You got dirty eyes
Dirty Eyes

Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
I love your dirty eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Right through me
Your dirty eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes
Dirty Eyes


Touch Too Much
Young/Young/Scott

yeah, yeah, yeah

bottles on the floor
room is spinnin round
you
ask for more
me I'm 'bout to drown
trying to find the light
searching for the switch
might as well be a dead man
lying in a ditch
Texas road miles cross my eyes
way I feel come as no surprise
ask what you want just to suck you in
now I'm being sucked on, it's a sin
promise you everything
down on my bended knees
devil and old man jack
put a spell on me

feels like a touch
a touch too much
feels like a touch
a touch too much

very next day
the telephone rang
she's said she's all alone
wanna prove you're a man
well how could I say no
I was up and on my way
I knew the ball game
she wanted to play
oh that woman
she was in control
bruised my body made a mess of my soul
you never know what happened to me
made me as happy as a man could be

I had a touch
a touch too much
she had a touch
a touch too much
a man can be happy
a man can be sad
she gave me everything I never had
she had a touch
a touch too much

you never know what happened to me
made me as happy as a man can be
I had a touch
a touch too much
she had a touch
a touch too much
a man can be happy
a man can be sad
she gave me everything I never had
she had a touch
a touch too much


IF YOU WANT BLOOD YOU GOT IT
Young/Young/Scott

It's criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, and you know what we're shootin' for

Shouting at the other guy
when his back is turned
Don't know the reason why
Ain't it 'bout time you learn

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it

Wha-ooh

It's animal, livin' in the human zoo
It's animal, and I know what you gotta do
It's the curse of the working man
Givin' more and gettin' less
Doin' everything he can, cleaning up the mess

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it

Ooooh (shove it)?

You want blood, you want blood
After you
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks,
blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it


Back Seat Confidential
Young/Young/Scott


old man's car it's Saturday night
got me a woman me feel alright
rock 'n' rollin at the drive in show
gonna sit in the back in the passion row
turn up soundtrack turn down the lights
chance she won't there's chance she might
ain't no woman in the world I know
ain't had her knickers on the automobile floor

what's that sound
things goin' down
look at what's going round
back seat confidential

said to buy a rubber by the cigarette stand
dying to get it off so that I can get it in
doing my best to make good connection
she say what you gonna do 'bout my protection
all right mama gotta listen to me
last chance thrill it's half past three
huggin' an a kissin' will be real nice
every man's got his price

what's that sound
things are goin' down
bit of passion around
back seat confidential

old man's car it's Saturday night
got me a woman me feel alright
rock 'n' rollin at the drive in show
gonna sit in the back in the passion row
turn up the soundtrack turn down the lights
chance she won't but there's chance she might
ain't no woman in the world I know
ain't had her knickers on the back seat floor

what's that sound
things are goin' down
bit of passion around
around
back seat confidential

Get It Hot
Young/Young/Johnson

no money, easy going
nothing gonna get me down
I don't worry, 'bout nothing
nobody gonna push me round
young women, I love em, hey
don't matter if they're black or white
an I'm thinkin', 'bout you baby
and what you're gonna do tonight

get it hot
I got the touch and you got the spot
get it hot
you don't want a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
daddy say some day I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not

country girl, big city
baby let me show you round
feeling good, feeling pretty
baby we can go downtown
good livin', good lovin'
it's all I ever wanna do
sun setting, moon rising
I wanna make a messa you

get it hot
I got the touch and you got the spot
get it hot
you don't want a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
some day baby I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not

young woman, your daddy
told you 'bout the birds an bees
mouth drippin', wild honey
falling down around your knees, now listen
you got it, and I want it
we can make a fair exchange
one body, one dollar,
and baby you can keep the change

get it hot
I got the touch you got the spot
get it hot
gonna give you a little gonna give you a lot
get it hot
some day I'm gonna get shot
get it hot
here I come baby ready or not
SIN CITY
Young/Young/Scott

Diamonds and dust
(home at last) 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 | oh, let me] 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, [Better get ready,]
look out I'm coming in ['coz 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

SHE'S GOT BALLS
Young/Young/Scott

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

SCHOOL DAYS
Chuck Berry

Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teaching the golden rule
American history and practical maths
[You] Studyin' hard and hoping to pass
Working your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone

Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room is ready to sell [kitchen's ready to sell]
[But] You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
[Well] Back in the classroom open your books
Gee but the teacher don't know how mean she looks

Hail hail rock 'n' roll

[As] Soon as 3 o'clock rolls aroun'
You finally lay your burden down
Throw down your books and out of your seat
You go down the hallway, into the street
And you're tryin' to forget just where you've been
You find a juke joint, you go in

Drop the quarter into the slot
You gotta hear something that's really hot
With the one you love you're makin' romance
All day long you've been wanting to dance
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round you go

Long live rock 'n' roll

Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll

IT'S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP (IF YOU WANNA ROCK 'N' ROLL)
Young/Young/Scott

Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks

It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll

Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band

It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
Well, it's a long way
It's a long way, (they tell me)
It's a long way, such a long way
RIDE ON
Young/Young/Scott

It's another lonely evening
And 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
And 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 dragging on

Broke another promise
And 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
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

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