Highway To Hell
A. Young / Bon Scott / Malcolm Young
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
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
I am Satan, paid my dues
I'm playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to Hell