I want you to hear me a little This is for all you bad boys This is a story of the satanic rock 'n' roll I want you to put your hands in your pocket Take ten dollars out and send it to me, ha ha
(A main man?) Listen to me baby, ain't gonna say it again
When Momma done school her son? Daddy don't take a no, no, no Sends him to a (bullet affair?) This boy is lost It's a living nightmare It ain't fair
That boy he don't know how to lose He's out to win He got the lot to call the last shot Shaker, he's a breaker, he's a maker He's a landslide, landslide Walking, talking, rocking landslide
Now Momma he ain't no toy And never ever gets his share (Daddy expecting to? His son?) Room for air, This boy is lost It's a rocking double dare He's out to stare
That boy he don't know how to lose He's out to win He got the lot to call the last shot Shaker, he's a breaker, he's a maker He's a landslide, landslide Walking, talking, rocking landslide
Done say his prayer Take him to the promised land Momma? Never gonna? This boy is lost Far off course But he's the boss
That boy he don't know how to lose He's out to win He got the lot to call the last shot Shaker, he's a breaker, he's a maker He's a landslide, landslide Walking, talking, rocking landslide
That man's a one man landslide That boy's a walk talk rocking landslide
Written(s): Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Brian Johnson