well I'm just another AC/DC badboy, looking for trouble, an some fun, drinkin whiskey, smokin bud, ready to fight, ready for love, gonna throw down, in seconds flat, give me lip, all show you tough, light up the fire, got evil running through my blood, its all or nothing, with this outlaw on the run, the highways my home, no destination, living to roam, you think your a badboy, you think your tough, you don't want to mess, with badboys like us, we spit chew, drink our whiskey straight, we love to fight, we ain't got nothing better to do, were just badass, badboys, through and through, you'll be down for the count, cause that's what, badass, badboys, do