AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (1980) Movie Script
ROADIE 1: You wanna sing?
ROADIE 2: Yeah.
Their single.
ROADIE 1: Keith!
Keep one over there, okay?
Hey, Keith!
NARRATOR: Two buses, two trucks.
Fourteen roadies.
Twenty tons of gear.
PA, 30,000 watts.
Lights, 300,000 watts.
Los Angeles, San Francisco,
San Antonio, Dallas, Houston.
New York, Chicago, Columbus,
Jacksonville, Cleveland.
Munich, Essen, Hamburg, Paris, Lille.
Nice, Toulouse, Amsterdam,
London, Glasgow.
Two two two.
Hey, two.
One two two.
Two two two.
Two, one, two, two.
Yeah, that's it.
Two, two, one, two.
ROADIE 1: This is me,
running around with nothing....
MAN 1: Hi, Ma'am.
MAN 2: Hi, Ma'am.
MAN 3: Change
it a bit, every track.
MAN 2: Never do it.
There's T-shirts every take.
Can you throw them out? T-shirts.
Keys and load.
Great.
All right.
Thank you.
MAN 1: What is it?
MAN 2: Extension.
I need another one.
Look, work....
MAN 1: Hey, kid,
how are you doing there?
Phil? Yeah.
Well, he's good too, except he
likes to pick his nose with drumsticks.
And he'll keep snapping at you.
It gets a little out of hand, but you learn to duck, you know.
That's why I'm running around.
Cliff? Uh, okay....
He's like, um, Phil, you know. He's always playing bass.
So, you gotta learn to duck too, you know what I'm saying?
Keep out of the way of the guitar.
And Bon's Bon. Bon is very--
Look, he's very different too, you know. Bon's a very individual guy.
What can I say? He's a madman, but he's great.
NARRATOR: Angus. Angus Young.
NARRATOR: Cliff. CLIFF: Richards.
NARRATOR: Phil. PHIL: Ruddy.
NARRATOR: Malcolm. MALCOLM: Young.
NARRATOR: Bon. BON: Bon
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One, two.
[BON SHOUTS]
[SINGING] Well, if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
Cooler than a body on ice
I'm hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
And I'll take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell
I'm a live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
I'm a live wire
Yeah
If you need some lovin'
And if you need a man
You've got the phone and the number
Baby
And I've got no future plans
Oh, come on, honey
You've got nothing to lose
You've got the thirst
And I've got the booze
Give you an inch
Take you a mile
I wanna make you smile
-Live wire
-Live wire
-I'm a live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
And I'm gonna set your soul on fire
I'm gonna burn it, yeah
Oh, stick this in your fuse box
Come on
Do you remember
About what we arranged?
Oh, I don't know if I'm gonna make it
I don't know if I'm gonna make it
You're gonna burn tonight
-Because I'm a live wire
-Live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
I'm a live wire
Live wire
Live wire
Please, please, hurry
Go
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hello, thank you.
Hello, Paris.
We have something else called "Shot Down in Flames."
[PLAYING "SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES"]
One, two.
[SINGING]
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anyone 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
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 might want my money
But I really don't care
I said, baby, you're driving me crazy
I laid it out on the line.
When a guy
With a chip on his shoulder said:
Toss off, buddy, she's mine
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Hey, you
Shoot me
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be 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
I don't want to be
Shot down in flames
It's getting kind of warm in
here, isn't it, eh?
If it gets too hot, just take it off...
...and throw it away.
Song which is about
a pretty hot place on this earth.
Called "Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be."
[PLAYING
"HELL AIN'T A BAD PLACE TO BE"]
[SINGING]
Hey, you
Hey, you
Sometimes I think this woman
is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman
is sometimes not
Put 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 lovin'
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
Disillusions and confusion
They make me want to cry
All the same
Playin' your games
Tellin' me your lies
I don't mind her playing a demon, baby
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
Late at night turns down the lights
Closes up on me
Bares my heart
Tears it apart
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't no bad place to be
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Oh, no
Hell ain't a bad place to be
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
We'd like to dedicate the next song to
Paris and all the Parisians here tonight.
A song about sin, sex, and so on.
And it's called "Sin City."
[PLAYING "SIN CITY"]
Hey!
[SINGING]
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last
Rich man first
Lamborghinis
Caviar
Dry martinis
Shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free, hey
I'm going 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
Oh, let me roll you
Because there's ladders
And there's snakes
Ladders give
Snakes take
Thank you.
[SINGING]
Rich man, poor man
Beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell
That's my belief
Finger Freddy
Diamond Jim
They're getting ready
'Cause I'm comin' in
So spin that wheel
Cut that pack
Roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champagne on ice
I'm going into Sin City
And I'm gonna win in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City
[CROWD CHEERING]
INTERVIEWER: Are you waiting for World War III?
Nah, that's a good question, 'cause, like, in
times of war and stuff like that...
...the only people who seem to do well are musicians.
Like, there's always--
You know, they send...
...the musicians off to play
concerts and other things for the troops.
You know?
So I might do Glenn Miller.
And fly off to play
concerts for the troops.
And we'll get lost in the Swiss Alps or something, heh.
-I'm World War III, yeah.
MAN: Yeah.
I'm a pacifist.
-I started it.
-Can you explain that again?
If it happens, I'll just,
you know, get drunk.
Why? Do I need a ticket?
[CROWD CHEERING]
BON: Thank you very much.
Or, as I said in my perfect French, merci.
[BON SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
And the Eiffel Tower.
This is a song now from the new
album, the Highway to Hell album.
A little short song called
"I Wanna Walk All Over You."
[AC/DC PLAYING
"WALK ALL OVER YOU"]
BON [SINGING]:
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
But ain't I lookin' for an overflow
Whoa, 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
-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
-Do anything you want me to, to you
-I wanna walk all over you
I wanna walk all over you
Whoa
Angus? Yeah, I think he's a bit mad.
Since the first night I
saw the band, it was at, uh...
...a club in Australia, you know.
And I knew the manager.
I'd never seen this band before.
I'd never heard of AC/DC.
And the manager said, "Just stand here.
And the band came on,
like, two minutes later."
So I stood there and the band came on...
...and there was this little guy,
you know, about this big...
...in a school uniform with a bag on his back...
...going crazy, and I laughed.
They must have been
on for half an hour.
I laughed, and I'm still laughing.
And I thought he was great.
It mesmerized me. You know?
It was so exciting.
Like, I'd been in a
situation where my hand was broken.
We had to get a
replacement for a few weeks.
And, uh, for a few nights
I sat in the front and watched...
...and I really enjoyed it.
Except for the other guy playing drums, of course.
CLIFF: He blows my mind.
I love watching him all the time.
He blows my mind.
He's better than Mick Jagger.
And Elton John.
And Rod Stewart.
And Paul McCartney.
"Who's the ugly little man up there?"
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANGUS PLAYING GUITAR LICKS]
[BAND PLAYING "BAD BOY BOOGIE"]
[SINGING]
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
Everyone
I said up and they said down
They said straight, I said round
They said lost, and I said found
I do the bad boy boogie
Being a bad boy ain't that bad
I've had more dirty women
Than most men ever had
I just line them up
And I knock them down
And they all come running
When the word got round
I said up
When they said down
They said straight
When I said round
They said lost
When I said found
I do the bad boy boogie all over town
All over your town
Like this
There he is!
[CROWD CLAPPING TO RHYTHM]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[MUSIC SOFTENS]
[MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES]
[SINGING]
I wanna tell you no story, tell you no lie
I was born to love
Till the day I die
So you women
Come along with me
And I'll show you how good
A bad boy can be
I said up
When they said down
They said straight
When I said round
They said lost
When I said found
They said free
And I said bound
I do the bad boy
Do the bad boy
I'm just a bad boy
Doin' the bad boy boogie
[CHEERING]
I'm a bad boy
Thank you.
So we want you all to join in
with this one here. It's, uh....
The title is, "She's Got the Jack."
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "SHE'S GOT THE JACK"]
[SINGING]
She gave me her mind
And then she gave me her body
But she'd give it to anybody
But I made her cry
And I made her scream
Ow!
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
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
She could dance
I want you to sing to me!
Louder!
CROWD [SINGING]:
She's got the jack
She's got the jack
BON:
Ah, give it to me.
CROWD [SINGING]:
She's got the jack
She's got the jack
Jack, jack, jack
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Whoa!
Ooh
[GROANING]
She's got the jack
Jack, jack, jack
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
INTERVIEWER: What do you think of Malcolm?
Oh, the quiet one.
He's the quiet one, isn't he? Yeah.
Malcolm's kind of the strong playing friend.
So....
There's a lot of strength between
Malcolm, Cliff and me on stage.
And that's sort of--
That's the most important thing.
Phil: He's the brains.
He's the, uh....
No flattery intended, of course, but he's, uh--
He's got a pretty good insight into what's going on in the business...
...and what's going on in the band.
Uh, I'm very pleased to be associated with him.
ANGUS: Good.
Good. Sincere.
Likes a drink.
INTERVIEWER: As a brother?
As a brother? Good. Good. Yeah.
He's good. He's as tall as me.
Same size.
You can look him in the eye, you know?
A famous cruel younger brother.
INTERVIEWER:
Do you write?
Nothing to worry about, uh, Lennon and McCartney.
Um, bits and pieces.
We all put--
Make my own music, uh, titles.
Uh, but on lyrics--
Lyrically, it's usually Bon who comes up with the words.
I write, um, the words for the songs.
And the music?
I can't write. I don't know anything about music.
For myself a little.
I'm not a good songwriter.
Yes, both. A combination.
Combination? -Yes.
What do you think is most important--?
-What do you enjoy most? Is it playing?
-Um....
I like playing.
More than writing?
Yes, I like-- You like both...
...but the biggest thing is playing in front of people.
[PLAYING "HIGHWAY TO HELL"]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[SINGING]
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 I would rather do
Going down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna fuck me around
Hey, Satan, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey, Mama, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Please don't you stop me
[SHOUTS]
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
The highway to hell
Highway to hell
Ow! Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
And I'm going down
Highway
I'm on the highway to hell
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "GIRLS GOT RHYTHM"]
[SINGING]
I've been around the world
I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got
What my lady she's got
Stealing the spotlight
Knock me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just a-walkin' down the street
She's wearing dresses so tight
She's looking like dynamite
Enough to blow me out
No doubt about it
Can't live without it
The girl's got rhythm
Girl's got rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
The backseat rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
She's like a lethal brand
Too much for any man
She gives me first degree
And 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
But 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 backseat rhythm
-The 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 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
-The backseat rhythm
-The backseat rhythm
-Rock 'n' roll rhythm
-Rock 'n' roll rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
[CROWD CHEERING]
For our first album, we're hanging out here.
Soon.
[ANGUS PLAYING
BLUES RIFF ON GUITAR]
[PLAYING "HIGH VOLTAGE"]
Oh, come on!
[SINGING]
Well, you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
Now 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 shakin' my thing
All you have to do is plug me into high
I get high
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, right
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
And 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
Got to get my kicks some way
And you wanna know what I'm all about
Oh, come on
Let me hear you shout
High
I said high
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, yeah
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
How you doing
down in the back there? Hey.
[SINGlNG]
High, come on
CROWD [SlNGING]:
High
Give it to me loud.
[SINGlNG]
High
CROWD [SlNGING]:
High
Yeah, come on.
[SINGlNG]
High
High
High
High
High
High
Ooh
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, yeah
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANGUS: They remind me of
myself and-- INTERVIEWER: Yeah.
ANGUS: So I just put...
Draw them in my school
uniform and my...
...and little tie, you know?
My trademark, you know?
If I'm ever somewhere I don't like,
I just leave a little drawing of a devil...
...in a school uniform.
Restaurants, when they
give you bad service...
...you know,
just draw it on a napkin.
Quite hard to wash out.
INTERVIEWER: Is this
some kind of signature?
ANGUS: Yeah, signature, yeah.
It's fun. Instead of signing,
just put the devil, you know?
The devil, le diable.
Years of practice.
PHIl: Cliff's my age, you know?
We're the old guys in the band,
like, you know what I mean?
And, yeah, we go out drinking and,
yeah, share the same women...
...and stuff like that, you know?
Pretty good.
BON: Uh, whose is this?
Thank you.
All right.
- Whose pen is this?
GUY 1: That's us.
- Where's Angus?
BON: In bed.
GUY 2: Lazy.
BON: He's sleeping.
I guess back around 1957
or 8, I think it was, you know...
...and I used to sing in the
bathroom, my mother would say:
"Bon, if you can't sing a decent song,
shut up."
You know, "Don't sing this
rock 'n' roll garbage."
And now, of course,
she loves it, you know?
INTERVIEWER: When did you meet the other band members?
I used to work for the band.
I used to work for an agency in South Australia.
And I was their driver, and I used to drive the band around...
...from the hotel to the gig and back to the hotel, you know?
And, uh, these guys were looking for a singer, you know?
And I said, "I can sing." Ha ha ha.
So they gave me a try-out, and I got the job.
So I went from driver to singer. Ha ha ha.
INTERVIEWER: Bon, the other boys in the band say you're great but, uh, a bit special.
Do you know what they mean by that?
I'm a special drunk. I drink too much.
INTERVIEWER: What do you think they really mean?
I don't know. Could be anything that comes off them, you know?
INTERVIEWER: Do you feel you're a star?
No, I see stars sometimes.
That woman is beautiful. God's gift to man. Ha ha ha.
Big blonde, you know? Brunette, you know?
And with a wiggle, you know?
Sex, usually.
Well, exhaustion, I sleep. Boredom, sex.
If you can have it.
Anywhere. Anywhere.
INTERVIEWER: Men?
Men? Men are fine.
You shake their hands, say hello, but the woman is special.
You can hug them.
[ALL LAUGH]
BON: Good football catch.
MAN 1: Watch this, you guys.
[BAND CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: That thing's gonna go.
Yeah.
PHIL: And that's the goal.
BON: And the band.
I'd hide from them, you know?
If I saw them walking down the street, I'd run, you know?
Might kill you, you know?
PHIL: Good. Best band in the world.
Best job I ever had.
CLIFF: AC/DC.
A bit like an earthquake, you know?
BON: --about this big fat woman out there.
And this is called "A Whole Lotta Rosie."
[PLAYING "WHOLE LOTTA ROSIE"]
CROWD:
Angus!
Angus!
BON [SINGING]:
I wanna tell you a story
About a woman I know
When it comes to making love
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
She ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
I've never had a woman
I've 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
At 19 stone
'Cause you're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
A whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Honey, you can do it
Do it to me all night long
'Cause you're the only one to turn me
Only one to turn me on
All through the nighttime
Right around the clock
Oh, to my surprise
Rosie never stops
'Cause you're a whole lotta woman
Woman
A whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
A whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, a woman
Rosie
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, yeah
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANGUS TUNING GUITAR]
BON: Thank you.
Take a few seconds for this.
Set it up, just a few strings.
[PLAYING "ROCKER"]
[SINGING]
I'm a rocker, roller
Right out of control
I'm a wheeler, dealer
A wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser, rockin', rollin' man
Slicked back hair, skin-tight jeans
Cadillac car and a teenage dream
I'm a rocker, roller,
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lurex socks, blue suede shoes
V8 car and tattoos
I'm a rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Yow!
Rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Ah, let's roll!
Hey.
Rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Whoa
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING ROCK RIFFS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
CROWD:
Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
BON (SINGING):
Whoa
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "LET THERE BE ROCK"]
(SINGING)
In the beginning, back in 1955
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said, "Let there be light"
And there was light
"Let there be sound"
And there was sound
"Let there be drums"
We got the drums
"Let there be guitar"
And there was guitar
Oh, let there be rock
Whoa
And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
And the guitar man got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven-year itch
And there were 15 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
Oh, let there be rock
One night in a club
Called The Shaking Hand
There was a 92-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
Hey
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING ROCK RIFF]
[CROWD CHEERING]
BON: Good evening, Paris.
Good evening.
[CROWD CHEERING]
ROADIE 2: Yeah.
Their single.
ROADIE 1: Keith!
Keep one over there, okay?
Hey, Keith!
NARRATOR: Two buses, two trucks.
Fourteen roadies.
Twenty tons of gear.
PA, 30,000 watts.
Lights, 300,000 watts.
Los Angeles, San Francisco,
San Antonio, Dallas, Houston.
New York, Chicago, Columbus,
Jacksonville, Cleveland.
Munich, Essen, Hamburg, Paris, Lille.
Nice, Toulouse, Amsterdam,
London, Glasgow.
Two two two.
Hey, two.
One two two.
Two two two.
Two, one, two, two.
Yeah, that's it.
Two, two, one, two.
ROADIE 1: This is me,
running around with nothing....
MAN 1: Hi, Ma'am.
MAN 2: Hi, Ma'am.
MAN 3: Change
it a bit, every track.
MAN 2: Never do it.
There's T-shirts every take.
Can you throw them out? T-shirts.
Keys and load.
Great.
All right.
Thank you.
MAN 1: What is it?
MAN 2: Extension.
I need another one.
Look, work....
MAN 1: Hey, kid,
how are you doing there?
Phil? Yeah.
Well, he's good too, except he
likes to pick his nose with drumsticks.
And he'll keep snapping at you.
It gets a little out of hand, but you learn to duck, you know.
That's why I'm running around.
Cliff? Uh, okay....
He's like, um, Phil, you know. He's always playing bass.
So, you gotta learn to duck too, you know what I'm saying?
Keep out of the way of the guitar.
And Bon's Bon. Bon is very--
Look, he's very different too, you know. Bon's a very individual guy.
What can I say? He's a madman, but he's great.
NARRATOR: Angus. Angus Young.
NARRATOR: Cliff. CLIFF: Richards.
NARRATOR: Phil. PHIL: Ruddy.
NARRATOR: Malcolm. MALCOLM: Young.
NARRATOR: Bon. BON: Bon
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One, two.
[BON SHOUTS]
[SINGING] Well, if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
Cooler than a body on ice
I'm hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
And I'll take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell
I'm a live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
I'm a live wire
Yeah
If you need some lovin'
And if you need a man
You've got the phone and the number
Baby
And I've got no future plans
Oh, come on, honey
You've got nothing to lose
You've got the thirst
And I've got the booze
Give you an inch
Take you a mile
I wanna make you smile
-Live wire
-Live wire
-I'm a live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
And I'm gonna set your soul on fire
I'm gonna burn it, yeah
Oh, stick this in your fuse box
Come on
Do you remember
About what we arranged?
Oh, I don't know if I'm gonna make it
I don't know if I'm gonna make it
You're gonna burn tonight
-Because I'm a live wire
-Live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
Hey, I'm a live wire
Live wire
I'm a live wire
Live wire
Live wire
Please, please, hurry
Go
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
-Live wire
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hello, thank you.
Hello, Paris.
We have something else called "Shot Down in Flames."
[PLAYING "SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES"]
One, two.
[SINGING]
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anyone 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
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 might want my money
But I really don't care
I said, baby, you're driving me crazy
I laid it out on the line.
When a guy
With a chip on his shoulder said:
Toss off, buddy, she's mine
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Hey, you
Shoot me
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be 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
I don't want to be
Shot down in flames
It's getting kind of warm in
here, isn't it, eh?
If it gets too hot, just take it off...
...and throw it away.
Song which is about
a pretty hot place on this earth.
Called "Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be."
[PLAYING
"HELL AIN'T A BAD PLACE TO BE"]
[SINGING]
Hey, you
Hey, you
Sometimes I think this woman
is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman
is sometimes not
Put 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 lovin'
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
Disillusions and confusion
They make me want to cry
All the same
Playin' your games
Tellin' me your lies
I don't mind her playing a demon, baby
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
Late at night turns down the lights
Closes up on me
Bares my heart
Tears it apart
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't no bad place to be
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Oh, no
Hell ain't a bad place to be
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
We'd like to dedicate the next song to
Paris and all the Parisians here tonight.
A song about sin, sex, and so on.
And it's called "Sin City."
[PLAYING "SIN CITY"]
Hey!
[SINGING]
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last
Rich man first
Lamborghinis
Caviar
Dry martinis
Shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free, hey
I'm going 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
Oh, let me roll you
Because there's ladders
And there's snakes
Ladders give
Snakes take
Thank you.
[SINGING]
Rich man, poor man
Beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell
That's my belief
Finger Freddy
Diamond Jim
They're getting ready
'Cause I'm comin' in
So spin that wheel
Cut that pack
Roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champagne on ice
I'm going into Sin City
And I'm gonna win in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City
[CROWD CHEERING]
INTERVIEWER: Are you waiting for World War III?
Nah, that's a good question, 'cause, like, in
times of war and stuff like that...
...the only people who seem to do well are musicians.
Like, there's always--
You know, they send...
...the musicians off to play
concerts and other things for the troops.
You know?
So I might do Glenn Miller.
And fly off to play
concerts for the troops.
And we'll get lost in the Swiss Alps or something, heh.
-I'm World War III, yeah.
MAN: Yeah.
I'm a pacifist.
-I started it.
-Can you explain that again?
If it happens, I'll just,
you know, get drunk.
Why? Do I need a ticket?
[CROWD CHEERING]
BON: Thank you very much.
Or, as I said in my perfect French, merci.
[BON SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
And the Eiffel Tower.
This is a song now from the new
album, the Highway to Hell album.
A little short song called
"I Wanna Walk All Over You."
[AC/DC PLAYING
"WALK ALL OVER YOU"]
BON [SINGING]:
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
But ain't I lookin' for an overflow
Whoa, 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
-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
-Do anything you want me to, to you
-I wanna walk all over you
I wanna walk all over you
Whoa
Angus? Yeah, I think he's a bit mad.
Since the first night I
saw the band, it was at, uh...
...a club in Australia, you know.
And I knew the manager.
I'd never seen this band before.
I'd never heard of AC/DC.
And the manager said, "Just stand here.
And the band came on,
like, two minutes later."
So I stood there and the band came on...
...and there was this little guy,
you know, about this big...
...in a school uniform with a bag on his back...
...going crazy, and I laughed.
They must have been
on for half an hour.
I laughed, and I'm still laughing.
And I thought he was great.
It mesmerized me. You know?
It was so exciting.
Like, I'd been in a
situation where my hand was broken.
We had to get a
replacement for a few weeks.
And, uh, for a few nights
I sat in the front and watched...
...and I really enjoyed it.
Except for the other guy playing drums, of course.
CLIFF: He blows my mind.
I love watching him all the time.
He blows my mind.
He's better than Mick Jagger.
And Elton John.
And Rod Stewart.
And Paul McCartney.
"Who's the ugly little man up there?"
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANGUS PLAYING GUITAR LICKS]
[BAND PLAYING "BAD BOY BOOGIE"]
[SINGING]
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
Everyone
I said up and they said down
They said straight, I said round
They said lost, and I said found
I do the bad boy boogie
Being a bad boy ain't that bad
I've had more dirty women
Than most men ever had
I just line them up
And I knock them down
And they all come running
When the word got round
I said up
When they said down
They said straight
When I said round
They said lost
When I said found
I do the bad boy boogie all over town
All over your town
Like this
There he is!
[CROWD CLAPPING TO RHYTHM]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[MUSIC SOFTENS]
[MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES]
[SINGING]
I wanna tell you no story, tell you no lie
I was born to love
Till the day I die
So you women
Come along with me
And I'll show you how good
A bad boy can be
I said up
When they said down
They said straight
When I said round
They said lost
When I said found
They said free
And I said bound
I do the bad boy
Do the bad boy
I'm just a bad boy
Doin' the bad boy boogie
[CHEERING]
I'm a bad boy
Thank you.
So we want you all to join in
with this one here. It's, uh....
The title is, "She's Got the Jack."
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "SHE'S GOT THE JACK"]
[SINGING]
She gave me her mind
And then she gave me her body
But she'd give it to anybody
But I made her cry
And I made her scream
Ow!
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
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
She could dance
I want you to sing to me!
Louder!
CROWD [SINGING]:
She's got the jack
She's got the jack
BON:
Ah, give it to me.
CROWD [SINGING]:
She's got the jack
She's got the jack
Jack, jack, jack
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Whoa!
Ooh
[GROANING]
She's got the jack
Jack, jack, jack
Jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
INTERVIEWER: What do you think of Malcolm?
Oh, the quiet one.
He's the quiet one, isn't he? Yeah.
Malcolm's kind of the strong playing friend.
So....
There's a lot of strength between
Malcolm, Cliff and me on stage.
And that's sort of--
That's the most important thing.
Phil: He's the brains.
He's the, uh....
No flattery intended, of course, but he's, uh--
He's got a pretty good insight into what's going on in the business...
...and what's going on in the band.
Uh, I'm very pleased to be associated with him.
ANGUS: Good.
Good. Sincere.
Likes a drink.
INTERVIEWER: As a brother?
As a brother? Good. Good. Yeah.
He's good. He's as tall as me.
Same size.
You can look him in the eye, you know?
A famous cruel younger brother.
INTERVIEWER:
Do you write?
Nothing to worry about, uh, Lennon and McCartney.
Um, bits and pieces.
We all put--
Make my own music, uh, titles.
Uh, but on lyrics--
Lyrically, it's usually Bon who comes up with the words.
I write, um, the words for the songs.
And the music?
I can't write. I don't know anything about music.
For myself a little.
I'm not a good songwriter.
Yes, both. A combination.
Combination? -Yes.
What do you think is most important--?
-What do you enjoy most? Is it playing?
-Um....
I like playing.
More than writing?
Yes, I like-- You like both...
...but the biggest thing is playing in front of people.
[PLAYING "HIGHWAY TO HELL"]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[SINGING]
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 I would rather do
Going down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna fuck me around
Hey, Satan, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey, Mama, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Please don't you stop me
[SHOUTS]
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
The highway to hell
Highway to hell
Ow! Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
On the highway to hell
And I'm going down
Highway
I'm on the highway to hell
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "GIRLS GOT RHYTHM"]
[SINGING]
I've been around the world
I've seen a million girls
Ain't one of them got
What my lady she's got
Stealing the spotlight
Knock me off my feet
She's enough to start a landslide
Just a-walkin' down the street
She's wearing dresses so tight
She's looking like dynamite
Enough to blow me out
No doubt about it
Can't live without it
The girl's got rhythm
Girl's got rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
The backseat rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
She's like a lethal brand
Too much for any man
She gives me first degree
And 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
But 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 backseat rhythm
-The 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 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
-The backseat rhythm
-The backseat rhythm
-Rock 'n' roll rhythm
-Rock 'n' roll rhythm
The girl's got rhythm
[CROWD CHEERING]
For our first album, we're hanging out here.
Soon.
[ANGUS PLAYING
BLUES RIFF ON GUITAR]
[PLAYING "HIGH VOLTAGE"]
Oh, come on!
[SINGING]
Well, you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
Now 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 shakin' my thing
All you have to do is plug me into high
I get high
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, right
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
And 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
Got to get my kicks some way
And you wanna know what I'm all about
Oh, come on
Let me hear you shout
High
I said high
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, yeah
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
How you doing
down in the back there? Hey.
[SINGlNG]
High, come on
CROWD [SlNGING]:
High
Give it to me loud.
[SINGlNG]
High
CROWD [SlNGING]:
High
Yeah, come on.
[SINGlNG]
High
High
High
High
High
High
Ooh
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, yeah
High voltage
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANGUS: They remind me of
myself and-- INTERVIEWER: Yeah.
ANGUS: So I just put...
Draw them in my school
uniform and my...
...and little tie, you know?
My trademark, you know?
If I'm ever somewhere I don't like,
I just leave a little drawing of a devil...
...in a school uniform.
Restaurants, when they
give you bad service...
...you know,
just draw it on a napkin.
Quite hard to wash out.
INTERVIEWER: Is this
some kind of signature?
ANGUS: Yeah, signature, yeah.
It's fun. Instead of signing,
just put the devil, you know?
The devil, le diable.
Years of practice.
PHIl: Cliff's my age, you know?
We're the old guys in the band,
like, you know what I mean?
And, yeah, we go out drinking and,
yeah, share the same women...
...and stuff like that, you know?
Pretty good.
BON: Uh, whose is this?
Thank you.
All right.
- Whose pen is this?
GUY 1: That's us.
- Where's Angus?
BON: In bed.
GUY 2: Lazy.
BON: He's sleeping.
I guess back around 1957
or 8, I think it was, you know...
...and I used to sing in the
bathroom, my mother would say:
"Bon, if you can't sing a decent song,
shut up."
You know, "Don't sing this
rock 'n' roll garbage."
And now, of course,
she loves it, you know?
INTERVIEWER: When did you meet the other band members?
I used to work for the band.
I used to work for an agency in South Australia.
And I was their driver, and I used to drive the band around...
...from the hotel to the gig and back to the hotel, you know?
And, uh, these guys were looking for a singer, you know?
And I said, "I can sing." Ha ha ha.
So they gave me a try-out, and I got the job.
So I went from driver to singer. Ha ha ha.
INTERVIEWER: Bon, the other boys in the band say you're great but, uh, a bit special.
Do you know what they mean by that?
I'm a special drunk. I drink too much.
INTERVIEWER: What do you think they really mean?
I don't know. Could be anything that comes off them, you know?
INTERVIEWER: Do you feel you're a star?
No, I see stars sometimes.
That woman is beautiful. God's gift to man. Ha ha ha.
Big blonde, you know? Brunette, you know?
And with a wiggle, you know?
Sex, usually.
Well, exhaustion, I sleep. Boredom, sex.
If you can have it.
Anywhere. Anywhere.
INTERVIEWER: Men?
Men? Men are fine.
You shake their hands, say hello, but the woman is special.
You can hug them.
[ALL LAUGH]
BON: Good football catch.
MAN 1: Watch this, you guys.
[BAND CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: That thing's gonna go.
Yeah.
PHIL: And that's the goal.
BON: And the band.
I'd hide from them, you know?
If I saw them walking down the street, I'd run, you know?
Might kill you, you know?
PHIL: Good. Best band in the world.
Best job I ever had.
CLIFF: AC/DC.
A bit like an earthquake, you know?
BON: --about this big fat woman out there.
And this is called "A Whole Lotta Rosie."
[PLAYING "WHOLE LOTTA ROSIE"]
CROWD:
Angus!
Angus!
BON [SINGING]:
I wanna tell you a story
About a woman I know
When it comes to making love
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
She ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
I've never had a woman
I've 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
At 19 stone
'Cause you're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
A whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Honey, you can do it
Do it to me all night long
'Cause you're the only one to turn me
Only one to turn me on
All through the nighttime
Right around the clock
Oh, to my surprise
Rosie never stops
'Cause you're a whole lotta woman
Woman
A whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
A whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, a woman
Rosie
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, yeah
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANGUS TUNING GUITAR]
BON: Thank you.
Take a few seconds for this.
Set it up, just a few strings.
[PLAYING "ROCKER"]
[SINGING]
I'm a rocker, roller
Right out of control
I'm a wheeler, dealer
A wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser, rockin', rollin' man
Slicked back hair, skin-tight jeans
Cadillac car and a teenage dream
I'm a rocker, roller,
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lurex socks, blue suede shoes
V8 car and tattoos
I'm a rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Yow!
Rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Rockin', rollin' man
Ah, let's roll!
Hey.
Rocker, roller
Rocker, roller
Rocker
Whoa
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING ROCK RIFFS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
CROWD:
Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
BON (SINGING):
Whoa
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "LET THERE BE ROCK"]
(SINGING)
In the beginning, back in 1955
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said, "Let there be light"
And there was light
"Let there be sound"
And there was sound
"Let there be drums"
We got the drums
"Let there be guitar"
And there was guitar
Oh, let there be rock
Whoa
And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
And the guitar man got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven-year itch
And there were 15 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
Oh, let there be rock
One night in a club
Called The Shaking Hand
There was a 92-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
Hey
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING ROCK RIFF]
[CROWD CHEERING]
BON: Good evening, Paris.
Good evening.
[CROWD CHEERING]