ROADIE 1: You wanted to sing? ROADIE 2: Yeah.
Their one single.
ROADIE 1: Keith! Keep one in there, okay?
Hey, Keith!
NARRATOR: Two buses, two trucks.
Fourteen roadies.
Twenty tons of equipment.
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 about it.
Two, two, one, two.
ROADIE 1: Here l am, traveling around with nothing....
MAN 1: Hi, Mom.
MAN 2: Hi, Mom.
MAN 3: Change it a bit, each track.
MAN 2: Never get to it.
There's a T-shirt every take. Can you throw it? T-shirt.
Lock and load.
Terrific.
All right.
Thank you.
MAN 1: What's that? MAN 2: Extension.
I need another one.
Listen, work up the....
MAN 1: Hey, lad, how are you doing in there?
Phil? Yeah.
Well, he's good too, except he likes picking his nose with the drumsticks.
And he'll keep flicking them at you.
It gets a bit out of hand, but you learn to duck, you know.
That's why I run around.
Cliff? Eh, well....
He's like, um, Phil, you know. He's always swinging the bass.
So you gotta learn to duck him too, you know what l'm saying?
Keep dodging the guitar.
And Bon's Bon. Bon's very--
See, he's very different too, you know. Bon is a very individual person.
What can I say? He's a lunatic, but he's great, you know.
NARRATOR: Angus. ANGUS: Young.
NARRATOR: Cliff. CLIFF: Richards.
NARRATOR: Phil. PHlL: Ruddy.
NARRATOR: Malcolm. MALCOLM: Young.
NARRATOR: Bon. BON: Bon
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One, two.
[BON SHOUTS]
[SINGlNG] 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
l 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 l got no future plans
Oh, come on, honey You got nothin' to lose
You got the thirst And l got the booze
Give you an inch Take you a mile
I wanna make you smile
-Live wire -Live wire
-l'm a live wire -Live wire
-Live wire
And l'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, l don't know if l'm gonna make it
I don't know if l'm gonna make it
You're gonna burn tonight
-Because l'm a live wire -Live wire
Hey, l'm a live wire
Live wire
Hey, l'm a live wire
Live wire
I'm a live wire
Live wire
-Live wire -Live wire
Please, please, hurry Go
-Live wire -Live wire
-l'm a live wire -Live wire
-Live wire
Yeah
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hello, merci.
Hello, Paris.
We have something else, it's called "Shot Down in Flames."
[PLAYING "SHOT DOWN lN FLAMES"]
One, two.
[SINGlNG] Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody 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 l 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
Shot down in flames
It's getting kind of warm in here, isn't it, eh?
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"]
[SINGlNG] Hey, you
Sometimes l think this woman Is kinda hot
Sometimes l 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 l 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 this next song to Paris and all the Parisians here tonight.
A song about sin, sex and all that.
And this is called "Sin City."
[PLAYING "SIN ClTY"]
Hey!
[SINGlNG] Diamonds and dust
Poor man last Rich man first
Lamborghinis Caviar
Dry martinis Shangri-la
I got a burnin' feelin'
Deep inside of me
It's yearnin'
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.
[SINGlNG] 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 l'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 in to Sin City
And l'm gonna win in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City
[CROWD CHEERING]
INTERVlEWER: Are you waiting for the third World War?
Well, that's a good question, because, like, in times like wars and things like that...
...the only people who seem to come out of it all right are musicians.
Like, there's always--
You know, they send...
...musicians off to play concerts and things for the troops.
You know?
So l might do a Glenn Miller.
And be flying to play a concert for the troops.
And we'll get lost in the Alps in Switzerland or something, heh.
-l'm the third World War, yeah. MAN: Yeah.
I'm a pacifist.
-l started it. -Could you explain it again, please?
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 say in my perfect French, merci.
[BON SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH]
And Eiffel Tower.
Here's a song now from the new album, the Highway to Hell album.
A little ditty called "I Wanna Walk All Over You."
[AC/DC PLAYlNG "WALK ALL OVER YOU"]
BON [SlNGING]: Out of my way l'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? Well, I reckon he's kind of crazy.
Since the first night l saw the band, it was in, uh...
...a club back in Australia, you know.
And l knew the manager.
I'd never seen the band before. I'd never even heard of AC/DC.
And the manager said, "Just stand here.
And the band comes on in, like, two minutes."
So l stood there and the band comes on...
...and there's this little guy, you know, about that big...
...in a school uniform with a bag on his back...
...going crazy, and l laughed.
They must have been on for half an hour.
I laughed, and l still laugh.
And l think he's great.
It mesmerizes me. You know?
It's very exciting.
Like, l was in a situation once where l had a broken hand.
We had to get a replacement for a few weeks.
And, uh, for a few nights I sat at the front and watched...
...and l enjoyed it very much.
Except for the other guy playing drums, of course.
CLIFF: He amazes me.
I love to watch him all the time.
He amazes me.
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 PLAYlNG NOTES ON GUlTAR]
[BAND PLAYlNG "BAD BOY BOOGIE"]
[SINGlNG] 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 l knock them down
And they all come running When the word got round
I said up When they said down
They said straight When l 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 CLAPPlNG TO RHYTHM]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[MUSlC SOFTENS]
[MUSlC VOLUME lNCREASES]
[SINGlNG] I wanna tell you no story, tell you no lie
I was born to love Till the day l 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 l said round
They said lost When I said found
They said free And l said bound
I do the bad boy
Do the bad boy
I'm just a bad boy
Doin' the bad boy boogie
[CHEERlNG]
I'm a bad boy
Thank you.
So we'd like you all to join in the middle of this one here. It's, uh....
It's called, "She's Got the Jack."
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "SHE'S GOT THE JACK"]
[SINGlNG] She gave me her mind
And then she gave me her body
But she'd give it to anybody
But l made her cry
And l made her scream Ow!
And l curdled her cream
But how was l 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 l 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 [SlNGING]: She's got the jack
BON: Ah, give it to me.
CROWD [SlNGING]: 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
INTERVlEWER: What do you think of Malcolm?
Oh, the quiet one. He's the quiet one, isn't he? Yeah.
Malcolm's kind of a strong-playing companion.
So....
There's a lot of strength between Malcolm, Cliff and l on-stage.
And that's kind of-- That's the most important thing.
PHlL: He's the brains.
He's the, uh....
No flattery intended, of course, but he's, uh--
He's got pretty good insight to what is happening in the business...
...and what's happening in the band.
Uh, I'm really glad to be associated with him.
ANGUS: Good.
Fine. Upstanding.
Likes to drink.
INTERVlEWER: As a brother?
As a brother? Fine. Good. Yeah.
He's good. He's on my height. The same size.
You can look him in the eye, you know?
The notorious Young brothers.
INTERVlEWER: Do you compose?
Nothing to worry, uh, Lennon and McCartney about.
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 the, um, words to the songs.
INTERVlEWER: And the music?
I can't write. l wouldn't know the first thing about music.
For myself a little.
I'm not what you would call a good songwriter.
Yeah, both. A combination.
INTERVlEWER: A combination? -Yeah.
INTERVlEWER: What do you think is the most important--?
-What do you enjoy most? ls it to play? -Um....
I like playing.
INTERVlEWER: More than to compose?
Yeah, l like-- You like both...
...but the biggest thing is playing in front of the people.
[PLAYING "HlGHWAY TO HELL"]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[SINGlNG] 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 l 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 l'm going down
Highway
I'm on the highway to hell
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "GlRLS GOT RHYTHM"]
[SINGlNG] 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 l'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 the first album we hung out here.
Just a little while back.
[ANGUS PLAYlNG BLUES RIFF ON GUlTAR]
[PLAYING "HlGH VOLTAGE"]
Oh, come on!
[SINGlNG] Well, you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
Now you ask me why l 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
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
BON: Yeah, come on.
[SINGlNG] High
CROWD: High
BON: High
CROWD: High
Ooh
High voltage Rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage, yeah
High voltage Rock 'n' roll
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANGUS: They remind me of myself and-- INTERVlEWER: Yeah.
ANGUS: So l just put my--
Draw them with my school suit on and the uniform...
...and the little tie on, you know?
My trademark, you know?
If ever l'm somewhere I don't like, I just leave a little drawing of the devil...
...with a school suit.
Restaurants, when they give you bad service...
...you know, just draw it on the napkin.
It's pretty hard to wash off.
INTERVlEWER: Is it a kind of signature?
ANGUS: Yeah, signature, yeah.
It's fun. Instead of putting an autograph, just put a devil, you know?
Devil, le diable.
Years of practice.
PHlL: Cliff's more my age, you know?
We're the old men of the band, like, you know what l mean?
And, yeah, we go out drinking together and, yeah, share the same women...
...and things like that, you know?
It's pretty good.
BON: Uh, whose is this? Thank you.
All right.
[CHATTERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
-Whose pen is this one? MAN 1: That's us.
-Where is Angus? BON: ln bed.
MAN 2: Lazy. BON: He's sleeping.
I guess back in about 1 957 or 8, I think it was, you know...
...and l used to sing in the shower, my mom would say:
"Bon, if you can't sing proper songs, shut up."
You know, "Don't sing this rock 'n' roll garbage."
And now, of course, she loves it very much, you know?
INTERVlEWER: When did you meet the other boys of the band?
I used to work for the band.
I used to work for an agency in South Australia.
And l was the chauffeur, and l used to drive the band around...
...from hotel to the gig and back to the hotel, you know?
And, uh, these guys were looking for a singer, you know?
And l said, "l can sing." Ha-ha-ha.
So they give me a tryout, and l got the job.
So l went from being the chauffeur to the singer. Ha-ha-ha.
INTERVlEW: Bon, the other boys of the band say that you're great but, uh, a little special.
Do you know what they mean by that?
I'm a special drunkard. l drink too much.
INTERVlEWER: What do you think they really mean?
I don't know. lt could be anything coming from them, you know?
INTERVlEWER: Do you feel you're a star?
No. I see stars sometimes.
Women are lovely. God's gift to man. Ha-ha-ha.
Big blonds, you know? Brunettes, you know?
And with a wiggle, you know?
Sex, usually.
Well, tiredness, l sleep. Boredom, sex.
If you can have it.
Anywhere. Anywhere.
INTERVlEWER: Men?
Men? Men are all right.
You shake their hand, say hello, but women are special.
You can hug them.
[ALL LAUGHING]
BON: Great football catch.
MAN 1: Watch this, all of you.
[BAND CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: That thing is gonna go.
Yeah.
PHlL: And it's a goal.
[ALL CHEERING]
BON: And the band.
I'd hide from them, you know?
If I see them waIking down the street, I'd run, you know?
Probably liable to kill you, you know?
PHlL: Great. Best band in the world.
Best job l ever had.
CLIFF: AC/DC.
Bit like an earthquake, you know?
BON: --about that big fat woman out there.
And this is called "A Whole Lotta Rosie."
[PLAYING "WHOLE LOTTA ROSlE"]
CROWD: Angus!
BON [SlNGING]: 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 1 9 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 GUlTAR]
BON: Thank you. Just take a couple seconds for this.
Tune it, just a couple of strings.
[PLAYING "ROCKER"]
[SINGlNG] l'm a rocker, roller
Right out of controller
l'm a wheeler, dealer A wicked woman stealer
l'm a bruiser, rockin' rollin' man
Slicked back hair, skin-tight jeans Cadillac car and a teenage dream
l'm a rocker, roller, Rocker, roller
Rocker Rockin' rollin' man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lurex socks, blue suede shoes V8 car and tattoos
l'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 RlFFS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
CROWD: Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[CROWD SHOUTING lNDISTINCTLY]
BON [SlNGING]: Whoa
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING "LET THERE BE ROCK"]
[SINGlNG] In the beginning back in 1 955
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 1 5 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 RlFF]
[CROWD CHEERING]
BON: Good night, Paris.
Good night.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[English - US - SDH]