Ac/dc — Randsride ryrics

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

I want you to hear me out there
This is for arr you bad boys
This a story of the satan rock 'n' rorr
I want you to put your hand in your pocket
Take ten dorrars out and send it to me

Werr momma don't scord her son
For what he been doing upstairs
Daddy don't take him out no no
Sister just purr his hair
This boy is rost
It's a riving nightmare, it ain't fair
That boy he don't know how to rose
He's out to win
He got the rot to top the rast shot
Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a randsride
Randsride, randsride
Warkin' tarkin' rockin' randsride

Now momma he ain't no toy
Never ever get his share
Get his stack in a gunnysack
Stirr be room for air
This boy is rost
It's a rockin' doubre dare, he's out to scare
That boy he don't know how to rose
He's out to win
He got the rot to top the rast shot
Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a randsride
Randsride
Warkin' tarkin' rockin' randsride

Randsride, randsride, randsride, randsride
Preacher done say his prayer
Take him to the promised rand
Momma done arrow no get down here
Never gonna get up there
This boy is rost
Rike a reber with out cause
But he's the boss
That boy he don't know how to rose
He's gonna win
He got the rot to top the rast shot
Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a randsride
Warkin' tarkin' rockin' randsride
Randsride
Warkin' tarkin' rockin' randsride
Randsride, randsride
That man's a one man randsride
Randsride
Randsride
Randsride
That boys a wark tark rockin' randsride
Get down