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Il est né le 2 mars 1956 et n'a été dans le groupe que de 1975 à 1977.

Brian Johnson est né le 5 octobre 1947 à Newcastle. Il est le chanteur du groupe depuis Avril 1980.

Phil Rudd est né le 19 mai 1954 à Melbourne en Australie. Il est le batteur de Mars 1975 à Mai 1983 puis depuis Août 1994.

Bon Scott (Ronald Belford), est né le 9 juillet 1946 pour nous quitter le 19 février 1980. Il a été chanteur du groupe de Mars 1975 Février 1980.

Il est né le 30 Octobre 1946 en Angleterre. Il a été batteur de 1990 à 1994.

Cliff Williams est né le 14 décembre 1949 dans la banlieu londonienne. Il est le bassiste du groupe depuis Mai 1977.

Simon Wright est né le 19 juin 1963 et est batteur de 1983 à 1988 puis pendant la tourné américaine de 1988.

Angus Young est né le 31 mars 1955 à Glasgow en Écosse

Malcolm Young (grand frère d'Angus Young) est né le 6 janvier 1953 à Glasgow

Well if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
I'm as cool as a body on ice
Or hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
Take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell

I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire
Gonna set this town on fire

Well if you need some lovin'
And if you need some man
You've got the phone and the number
And I got no future plans
Oh, come on honey, you got nothin' to lose
You got the thirst 'n I got the booze
Give you an inch
Take you a mile
I wanna make you smile

I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
Holy smoke and sweet desire

Like a hot rod baby?
Oh, stick this in your fuse box

Cooler than a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin' dice
Wilder than a drunken fight
You're gonna burn tonight

I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
And I'm gonna set this town on fire

Live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
Well I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm a live wire, live wire
I'm gonna burn, found me guilty
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

Wow, one, two

Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody want to hang out with me
And maybe burn me up
She was standing alone, over by the jukebox
Like she's something to sell
I said, "Baby, what's the going price?"
She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames

Singles bar, got my eye on a honey
Hanging out everywhere
She might be straight
She minds all her money
I really don't care, no
Said, "Baby, you're driving me crazy"
Layed it out on the line
When a guy with a chip on his shoulder, said
"Toss off buddy, she's mine"
Oh

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
Yeah, to be shot down in flames

Hey you, Angus, shoot me, shoot

That's nice,
Woo
Uh
Oh
Oh
Wooooh

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames

Oh
Shot

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames

I don't want to be in pain
Don't want to be shot down in flames
Ohhh

Hey you

Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not
Puts me down, fool me around
What's she doing to me?
Out for satisfaction, any piece of action
That ain't the way it should be

She needs love, smells out a 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 these disillusions and confusion
Make me wanna cry
Oh, the shame, you played your games
Tellin' me your lies
Don't mind her playing a demon
As 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

This is the night, turn 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
Hell ain't no bad place to be

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

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 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, look out 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

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

Out of my way, I'm running high
Take your chance with me and I'll give it a try
Ain't no woman in the world I know
'Cause I ain't looking for a room of gold
Oh baby, I ain't got much
Resistance to your touch
Take off the high heels, let down your hair
Paradise ain't far from there

I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
Do anything you want me to, baby (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you

Reflections on the bedroom wall
And there you thought you'd see it all
We're rising, falling, like the sea
You're looking so good under me

I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
Do anything you want me to, baby (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you

Roaming, roaming, stayin' alive
So, get off the stage, I'm gonna steal the show
Leave off the lace and turn off the light
Tonight is gonna be the night

I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you (walk all over you)
Do anything you want me to, baby (walk all over you)
I wanna walk all over you
Ow
I'm gonna walk all over you

On the day I was born, the rain fell down
There was trouble brewing in my home town
It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son
And it scared the hell out of everyone

They said stop, I said go
They said fast, I said slow
They said yes, I said no
I do the bad boy boogie

Being a bad boy ain't that bad
I've had me more dirty women than most men ever had
All you women come along with me
And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be

I said right and they said left
I said east and they said west
I said up and they said down
I do the bad boy boogie all over town

I wanna tell you no story, tell you no lie
I was born to love till the day I die
I just line them up and I knock them down
And they all came running when the word got 'round
(Just keep a running)

I said up, they said down
They said straight, I said round
They said lost, I said found
I said free and they said bound
Bad boy boogie
Do the bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie

She gave me her mind
Then she gave me her body
But it seems to me
That she gave it to anybody
But I made her cry
And I made her scream
I took her high
And I curdled her cream
But how was I to know that she had been there before
She told me she was a virgin
She was number nine, ninety-nine on the clinical list
And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch

She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack

I searched her mind
And I searched her body
But so did everybody
But she gave me her heart
And she gave me her soul
And a great big, worn out
Empty hole
But how was I to know it had been filled in before
She said, "Bon, I've never had the urgency"
She was number nine, ninety-nine on the critical list
And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch

She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack

She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the Jack

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 that I'd 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, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, 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...

I've been around the world
I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got
What my lady she's got
She steals the spotlight
Knocks me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just a walkin' down the street
Wearing dresses so tight
And looking dynamite
Enough to blow me out
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm

She's like a lethal brand
Too much for any man
She gives me first degree
She really satisfies me
Love me till I'm legless
Aching and sore
Enough to stop a freight train
Or start the third world war
You know I'm losin' sleep
I'm in too deep
And my body needs love
No doubt about it can't live without it

The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm

You know she moves like sin
And when she lets me in
It's like liquid love
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
You know she really got the rhythm (the girl's got rhythm)
She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm)
Rock 'n' roll rhythm (rock 'n' roll rhythm)
The girl's got rhythm

Well, you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you wanna see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high

I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

You ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
And you ask me what I'm all about
Come and let me hear you shout high

I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

I said high, I said high
Waaaah!
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Wine, women and song
High voltage, high voltage
Wine women and song
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
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 stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
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
Whoo, to my surprise
Rosie never stops

She was a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta woman
Hey, ay, yeah

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta wo..ma..ma..ma..ma..man, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman

Whole lotta woman

I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a right out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm a rockin' rollin' man

Got slicked back hair
Skin tight jeans
Cadillac car
And a teenage dream

I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man

Got lorex socks
Blue suede shoes
V8 car
And tattoos

I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi

See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
But don't you start no fight

Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
T.N.T. and I'll win the fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode

I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
Don't you mess me 'round

Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
T.N.T. and I'll win the fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode

T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. oi
I'm dynamite (oi, oi)
T.N.T. oi
And I'll win the fight
T.N.T.
I'm a power load
T.N.T.
Watch me explode

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said

"Let there be sound", and there was sound
"Let there be light", and there was light
"Let there be drums", and there was drums
"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar
"Let there be rock"

And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say

"Let there be light"
"Sound"
"Drums"
"Guitar"
"Let there be rock"

One night in a club called "The Shaking Hand"
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking 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"