Texty

Get ready You think your kinda tough You're walkin' kinda rough When you want any more You go fast whoa, whoa, whoa Things go tough And you strut your stuff And I want your thing Then you're out of luck Yes, you are It's all screwed up All screwed up It's all screwed up All screwed up Take you out to kick some butt Work you over, screw you nuts And when you can't take no more Then she push you out the door And things go hard Like a dog gone mad She can pack some punch Then, you're out to lunch (back at 1:00 p.m.) It's all screwed up All screwed up It's all screwed up All screwed up It's all screwed up It's all screwed up Can't tell one from the other All screwed up, yeah I said, it's all screwed up All screwed up, yeah Said, you're all screwed up All screwed up It's all screwed up (yes it is) All screwed up It's all screwed up All screwed up Screwed up It's all screwed up It's all screwed up Said, you think you pack some punch But you're always out to lunch It's all screwed up It's all screwed up It's all screwed up, yes it is All screwed up It's all screwed up, yeah
Writer(s): Malcolm Young, Angus Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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