Escrita por Malcolm Young, Angus Young & Bon Scott

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Bottles on the floor
Room is spinnin round
You
Ask for more
Me I’m ‘bout to drown
Trying to find the light
Searching for the switch
Might as well be a dead man
Lying in a ditch
Texas road miles cross my eyes
Way I feel come as no surprise
Ask what you want just to suck you in
Now I’m being sucked on, it’s a sin
Promise you everything
Down on my bended knees
Devil and old man jack
Put a spell on me
Feels like a touch
A touch too much
Feels like a touch
A touch too much

 

Very next day
The telephone rang
She’s said she’s all alone
Wanna prove you’re a man
Well how could I say no
I was up and on my way
I knew the ball game
She wanted to play
Oh that woman
She was in control
Bruised my body made a mess of my soul
You never know what happened to me
Made me as happy as a man could be
I had a touch
A touch too much
She had a touch
A touch too much
A man can be happy
A man can be sad
She gave me everything I never had
She had a touch
A touch too much

 

You never know what happened to me
Made me as happy as a man can be
I had a touch
A touch too much
She had a touch
A touch too much
A man can be happy
A man can be sad
She gave me everything I never had
She had a touch
A touch too much