Dirty Deeds Lyrics by Joan Jett And The Blackhearts

Dirty Deeds Lyrics

    (bon scott/malcolm young/angus young)

    If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
    He's givin' you the blues
    You wanna graduate but not in his bed
    Here's what you gotta do
    Pick up the phone
    I'm always home
    Call me anytime
    Just ring three sixty two four three six o
    I lead a life of crime

    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap

    If you got a lady and you want her gone
    But you ain't got the guts
    She keeps on naggin' at you night and day
    Enough to drive you nuts
    Pick up the phone
    And leave her alone
    It's time you made a stand
    For a fee i'm happy to play
    Your night time plan

    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
    Dirty deeds done dirt cheap

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