Released: 30 July 1979 
Recorded: February–April 1979 at Roundhouse Studios, London, England 

Label: Albert Productions, Atlantic 
Producer: Robert John "Mutt" Lange.


Highway to Hell is the last AC/DC album recorded with lead vocalist Bon Scott
before his death on February 19, 1980.

Line Up:

Malcolm Young - Rhytm Guitar
Angus Young - Lead Guitar
Bon Scott - Lead Vocals
Cliff Williams - Bass Guitar 
Phil Rudd - Drums

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Highway To Hell
(Young/Young/Scott)

Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
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 around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell

Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell

And I'm going down, all the way
I'm on the highway to hell 

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty. 

Girls Got Rhythm
(Young/Young/Scott)

I been around the world, I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got, what my lady she's got
She stealin' the spotlight, knocks me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just walkin' down the street
Wearin' dresses so tight, and lookin' dynamite
About to blow me out
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the 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, achin' and sore
Enough to stop a freight train
Or start the Third World War
You know I'm losin' sleep, but I'm in too deep
Like a body needs blood
No doubt about it, can't live without it

The girl's got the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the 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 the rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm
She got the back seat rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

She really got the rhythm
She got the backseat rhythm
Rock 'n' roll rhythm
The girl's got the rhythm

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Walk All Over You
(Young/Young/Scott)

Outta my way I'm a-runnin' high
Take your chance with me and ya give it a try
Ain't no woman in the world I know
Cause I ain't looking for overflow
Baby I ain't got much
Resistance to your touch
Take off the high heels and let down your hair
Paradise ain't far from there

I'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

Reflections on the bedroom wall
And girl you thought you'd seen it all
We're risin', fallin' like at sea
You're lookin' so good under me

I'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

Moanin' groanin' stereo
Said gimme the stage I'm gonna steal the show
Leave on the lace and turn off the light
Tonight is gonna be the night

I'm gonna walk all over you
I'm gonna walk all over you
Do anything you want me to
I'm gonna walk all over you

I'm gonna walk all over you

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Touch Too Much
(Young/Young/Scott)

It was one of those nights, when you turn off the lights
And everythin' comes into view
She was taking her time, I was losing my mind
There was nothin' that she wouldn't do
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
She knew we was, makin' love
I was so satisfied, deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She got a touch
A touch too much

She'd had the face of an angel, smilin' with sin
The body of Venus with arms
Dealin' with danger, strokin' my skin
Like a thunder and lightenin' storm
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard, she wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She got a touch
A touch too much

Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know it's much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know you're getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause you're much too much too much

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Beating Around The Bush
(Young/Young/Scott)

Smilin' face and laughin' eyes
But ya can't keep on tellin' me all those lies
How'd you expect me to believe
Honey I ain't that naive
Baby I got my eye on you
Cause you do all the things I want you to
Stop your cryin' and dry your tears
I ain't that wet behind the ears

You can throw me lefts, you can throw me rights
But where was you last night
Beatin' around the bush

Wish I knew what was on your mind
Why you bein' so unkind
Remember those nights we spent alone
Talkin' on the telephone
Thoughts of you goin' through my brain
You told me that you felt the same
You said that you loved me too
But tell me who was there with you

I was talkin' birds, and you was talkin' bees
And was he down on his knees
Beatin' around the bush

You're the meanest woman I've ever known
Sticks and stones won't break my bones
I know what you're looking for
You've eaten your cake you want some more
I'm gonna give you just a one more change
Try to save our romance
I've done everything I'm gonna do
The rest is up to you

And you can chew it up, you can spit it out
You can let it all hang out
Beatin' around the bush

And you can chew it up, you can spit it out
You can let it all hang out
Beatin' around the bush

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Shot Down In Flames
(Young/Young/Scott)

Out on the town
Lookin' for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody wanna hand off me
And give me plenty of
She was standin' alone
Over by the juke box
Like she'd something to sell
I said baby what's the goin' 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
Hangin' out everywhere
She might be stright
She might want my money
I really don't care
Said baby, you're drivin' me crazy
Laid it right on the line
When a guy with a
Chip on his shoulder said
Toss off buddy she's mine

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

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

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Get It Hot
(Young/Young/Scott)

Goin' out on the town
Justa me and you
Gonna have ourselves a party
Just like we used to do
Nobody's playin' Manilow
Nobody's playin' soul
And no one's playin' hard to get
Just a good old rock 'n' roll

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

Movin' down the motorway
Got a whole lotta booze
Got myself a sweet little number
Got nothin' to lose
I'm gonna bend you like a G-string
Conduct you like a choir
So get your body in the right place
We'll set the world on fire

Get it hot, get it hot
Come on baby, get it hot
Get it hot, get it hot
Alright

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

If You Want Blood
(Young/Young/Scott)

It's criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin', and tell me who can you trust
Well we got what you want, and you got the lust

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
If you want blood, you got it

It's animal, livin' in a human zoo
Animal, the shit that they toss to you
Feelin' like a Christian, locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions, on a second's page

If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
If you want blood, you got it
O Positive

Blood on the rocks
Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the sheets
If you want blood
You got it

I want you to bleed for me

If 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

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Love Hungry Man
(Young/Young/Scott)

You're the one I've waited for
I need your lovin' more and more
I don't know what your name is
I don't know what your game is
I'm gonna take you tonight, animal appetite

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man
Love hungry man

Don't want no conversation
I need sweet sensation
All I want to do
Is make a meal outta you

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man, out to get what I can
Love hungry man, I tell you yes I am

I'm your love hungry man
Baby you're such a treat
A man's got to eat
You're the one I've waited for
I need your loving more and more

Cause I'm a
Love hungry man
Love hungry man

I'm a love hungry man
I'm a love hungry man

Gimme one for the road
And I'll carry your load
I'm your man, yes I am
A man's got to eat baby
Bon appetite, I'm your
Love hungry man

© 1979, J. Albert & Son, Pty.

Night Prowler
(Young/Young/Scott)

Somewhere a clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
You hear a dog bark in the distance
You hear someone's baby cry

A rat runs down the alley
And a chill runs down your spine
Someone walks across your grave
And you wish the sun would shine
Cause no one's gonna warn you
And no one's gonna yell attack
And you don't feel the steel
Till it's hanging out your back

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
Night prowler, get outta my way
I'm your night prowler, watch you tonight
I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

Too scared to turn your light out
Cause there's somethin' on your mind
Was that a noise outside the window
What's that shadow on the blind
As you lay there naked
Like a body in a tomb
Suspended animation, as I slip into your room

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
I'm your night prowler, get outta my way
Look out for the night prowler, watch you tonight
Yes I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
Yes I'm the night prowler, get outta my way
Look out for the night prowler, watch you tonight
Yes I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

I'm your Night Prowler, break down your door
I'm your Night Prowler, crawling towards you
I'm your Night Prowler, make a mess of you, yes I will
Night Prowler

And I am telling this to you
There ain't nothing
There ain't nothing
Nothing you can do

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