Who Made Who Line-up : il s'agit d'une compil, donc pas de line-up pour cet album. Producteur : Harry Vanda & George Young Lieu d'enregistrement : Compass Point Studios, Nassau, Bahamas 01. Who Made Who 02. You Shook Me All Night Long 03. D.T. 04. Sink The Pink 05. Ride On 06. Hells Bells 07. Shake Your Fondations 08. Chase The Ace 09. For Those About The Rock (We Salute You) -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 01. Who Made Who The video game says play me Face it on a level But it take you every time, on a one on one Feel it runnin' down your spine Nothin' gonna save your one last dime 'Cause it own you, through and through The data bank know my number, says I gotta pay 'Cause I made the grade last year Feel it when I turn the screw Kicks you round the world There ain't a thing that it can't do Do to you, yeah Who made who? Who made you? Who made who? Ain't nobody told you Who made who? Who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill And who made who? Yeah! Who made who? Who turned the screw? Yeah! Satellites send me a picture, get it in the eye Take it to the wire, spinnin' like a dynamo Feel it goin' round and round Runnin' outta chips You got no line, in the eight bit town So don't look down, no! Ain't nobody told you, oh! Who made who? Who made you? Who made who? Ain't nobody told you Who made who? Who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill And who made who? Ain't nobody told you Who made who? Who made you? Who made who? Who made you? Nobody told you -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 02. You Shook Me All Night Long She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I'd ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' 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 was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came 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 And knocked me out and then you Shook me all night long You had me shakin' and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me Well, you took me You really took me and you Shook me all night long Ooooh you Shook me all night long Yeah, yeah, you Shook me all night long Your really took me and you Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me All night long -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 03. D.T. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 04. Sink The Pink Put your gear into fire Lay your bullets on the ground Turn your head to desire There's a woman going down She said she'll rack you up, all the way Then she gonna spit you out, count your days She says choice is yours, casually So why don't you do what comes naturally Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you, a good time Sink the pink, sink the pink Got a fever running high Give you wings to make you fly She school you like a fool She make you break the rules She wanna give you a shot, hit the spot And I'm gonna rack 'em up, get it hot She said, make it good, satisfy You know that woman got Dallas eyes Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you, a good time Sink the pink, sink the pink Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you, a good time Sink the pink, sink the pink, sink the pink Sink the pink Sink the pink -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 05. Ride On 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 -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 06. Hells Bells I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm comin' 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 you, Satan get you Hell's bells Yeah, hell's bells You got me ringing hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight Aw, I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you Hell's bells Aw, hell's bells You got me ringing hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells Yeow Hell's bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's bells, he's ringing them now Hell's bells, the temperature's high Hell's bells, across the sky Hell's bells, they're takin' you down Hell's bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's bells, gonna split the night Hell's bells, there's no way to fight, yeah Ow Ow, ow Ow Hell's bells -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 07. Shake Your Fondations See me leaning, on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feeling good cause the city's alive I'm getting ready to rock and jive I get up and I slide across the floor You wanna come an' I'll meet you at the door No one can stop us 'cos we're feeling too right We're gonna steal our way around tonight Alright, alright Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it I was taking, no liberties She's getting hotter off the heat on me I was oiling, she was slick Licking off the sweat, her favorite trick Help me, help me, please, tame this animal, and help me to breathe I said no, no way, you gotta come with me all of the way Ok, I'll play Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it We had the night, we had the time She had the sugar and I had the wine Took my hand, shook me to the core I told her not to touch, but she was coming back for more You know what for Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Make a sign -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 08. Chase The Ace -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 09. For Those About The Rock (We Salute You) We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be counted For what you are about to recieve We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you Shoot, shoot We salute you (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you)