| Back to Main AC/DC Page | Back to Discography page | Previous Album |
|
|
Next Album | Home |
 |
Fly On The Wall - 1985
|
|
Released: 28 June 1985 Recorded November 1984–February 1985, Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland Label: Albert Productions, Atlantic Records Re-released: 2003 |
Line Up: Malcolm Young - Rhytm Guitar Angus Young - Lead Guitar Brian Johnson - Lead Vocals Cliff Williams - Bass Guitar Simon Wright - Drums |
Track listing: |
| Lyrics: |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Fly On The Wall (Young/Young/Johnson ) Fly on the wall Get on top …. You can dance, through the night Rock 'n' roll music itching to fight Making love, drunk or stoned Looking for dollar, get broken boned I was trapped, (like a fly on the wall) I was caged, (like a zoo animal) No escape, (from the fate that you make) You're a snake, I've had all I can take Watch out, there's a fly on the wall Take a chance, take a bite Oooh rock 'n' roll devil take me tonight Like a bitch, makin' heat Beating on my chest, licking at my feet It's a game, too tough to tame Ending up the same, sweating out the rain So watch out, there's a fly on the wall I was trapped, (like a fly on the wall) I was caged, (like a zoo animal) No escape, (from the fate that you make) You're a snake, (I've had all I can take) ... I was, trapped, (like a fly on the wall) I was caged, (like a zoo animal) No escape, (from the fate that you make) You're a snake, (I've had all I can take) I was trapped, (like a fly on the wall) I was caged, (like a zoo animal) Enraged, (from the fate that you make) You're a snake, (and I've had all I can take) There's a fly on the wall |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 Who Made Who - 1986 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Shake Your Foundations (Young/Young/Johnson ) You gotta 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 cause we're feelin' 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 getting hotter off the heat on me I was oiling, she was slick Licking off the sweat, her favourite 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 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 Told her not to touch but she was coming back for more You know what for Aye, aye, aye, aye 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 |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
First Blood (Young/Young/Johnson ) Got a screaming feeling, need a little loving healing Want some of that stuff, cause I like a hot touch, yeah Wanna little squeezing, just a touch and teasing Maybe wrong, maybe right, yeah, but I like it every night Come on baby, down my way They're gonna make it, night and day I want (first blood), a look in the eye (Thirst blood), a need in disguise (Bad dog), come back for more (First blood), first blood Some like it hot, some like it quite not so hot But I like a touch, and I want it so much Come on baby, down my way We're gonna make it every night and day (First blood), look in the eye (Thirst blood), need in disguise (Bad dog), come back for more (First blood), first blood I want... (First blood), a look in the eye (Thirst blood), a need in disguise (Bad dog), you come back for more (First blood), first blood (First blood), a look in the eye (Thirst blood), a need in disguise (Bad dog), come back for more First blood You know I want the first blood Some like it even hotter First blood, all right hot shot Bad dog, you come back for more I want first blood |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Danger (Young/Young/Johnson ) Don't talk to strangers, keep away from the danger yeah yeah Don't talk to strangers who smile Keep away from the danger all the time, you just keep away ooh Just keep away yeah, ooh Red lights are flashing, there's been a misunderstanding yeah yeah I'm bruised, broke and bandaged Through drinking all the brandy I was, under the table but I came back for more Gotta hit that bottle but my head hit the floor and I'm Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Red lights still flashing People all still dancing in my head I'm done with thinking, about what to do Another bout of drinking Just one before I'm through I was just raising hell I wasn't doing no harm The cops could not appreciate my natural charm I'm a Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, yo Don't talk to strangers I'm a Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 Who Made Who - 1986 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Sink The Pink (Young/Young/Johnson ) 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 fashion 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 it 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 fashion Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you, a good time Sink the pink, sink the pink I want you to sink it for me... Sink the pink, sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, drink the drink, it's old fashion Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you, a good time Sink the pink, sink the pink, sink the pink, Sink the pink Oh, oh ohhh, sink the pink |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Playing With Girls (Young/Young/Johnson ) Ahh Highball women that are hot to touch Legs do the talking spelling out the lust See the sugar daddies with a sweet tooth and a smile See what's hanging off him like a wanting child That's where you'll find me, standing proud Playing with girls, gonna get you hot Playing with guns, gonna get you shot Playing with fire, gonna heat you up Playing with me, you're gonna get the lot Bring on the showgirls and the debutantes Late night waitress in a restaurant Heading for the clubs and bars, with the flashing lights Looking for the good time girls in their black nylon tights Over the barrel, bottoms up Playing with girls, gonna get you hot Playing with guns, gonna get you shot Playing with fire, gonna heat you up Playing with me, you're gonna get the lot River run dry, yeah yeah you're playing with fire Ohh ohh wild sweet child Playing with girls, playing with girls Playing, playing, playing with girls, playing with girls I like tall girls and I'll take 'em small I want 'em all up front, I like 'em all I wanna see them strut their stuff Lose their social grace You play your cards right and you'll deal yourself an ace That's where you'll find me, standing proud Playing with girls, playing with girls Playing with girls, playing with girls You got the long girl, short girl Nothing but the bad girl Just playing with girls I want all the women in the world |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Stand Up (Young/Young/Johnson ) Put on the headset, get on the stage Out on the midnight escapade I didn't wanna steal your thunder I wouldn't wanna play your game Making all the headlines, getting on the front page, aah aah Didn't even know her number, I didn't even know her name Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up, oh Get on the red dress, slip on the lace Up for a high heel, and a pretty face Woman wanna get you under Woman wanna get you tame Loving on a hot night Stoking up the flame, aah aah Didn't wanna know her number, I didn't wanna know her name Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up You take it out Ooh, ooh, ooh Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up, you can make it Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up, stand up |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Hell Or High Water (Young/Young/Johnson ) Watch out, get outta my way Did ya hear what I say Everybody, you don't have to choose it You don't have to prove it It's only rock 'n' roll Mama done told me, papa done scold me Superstition, black cat in the cradle Dancing on the table, don't you snake on me Mama done told me, daddy done scold me Told me, show me You know that he told me Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Blood money, lying through your back teeth Fighting on the main street, breathe your last breath on me Mama done told me, poor boy get home Hot loving, trigger happy feeling Touching up and teasing You know it so bad Mama done told me, papa done scold me Told me, showed me Rock 'n' rolled me Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell, hell, hell, hell, give 'em hell Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water, come hell or high water Come hell or high water I tell ya Come hell Come hell Come hell |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Back In Business (Young/Young/Johnson ) Breaking out, about to shout Feel the need, for one more round Don't you struggle, don't try to bite You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice I'm a wrecking ball, I'm a stinging knife Steal your money, gonna take your life You got screaming murder, lock up your door Double dealing, gotta have more Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business again Back in business Flesh and blood, I'm a rag 'n' bone Bad luck message on the telephone Don't you worry, play my game I'll do you a favour put your soul for sale Like a cannon ball going down the track Need good loving, but I want it back I was born in trouble, they gave up on me Teacher preaching what not to be Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be |
Available on: Fly On The Wall - 1985 © 1985, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Send For The Man (Young/Young/Johnson ) Do you want love Dirty dirty love Do you want lust Just a little lust You want a bad reputation You wanna better your score I got the qualifications I can open any door Send for the man, yeah! Send for the man, (yeah!) You like a dream You're dirty low and mean You're good enough to eat You're sticky hot and sweet Need a shot of rhythm and loving You make a black sheep a ram This ain't no gun in my pocket I got the goods in my hand, yeah Send for the man Send for the man (yeah!) Send for the man (yeah!) Send for the man (yeah!) You gotta keep away from the decadent Dan Send for the man, yeah! He won't give a damn, (yeah!) Send for the man, (yeah!) Send for the man, (yeah!) Send for the man, (yeah!) Send for the man, (yeah!) |