Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B. Johnson) I want you to hear me out there This is for all you bad boys This a story of the satan rock 'n' roll I want you to put your hand in your pocket Take ten dollars out and send it to me Well momma don't scold her son For what he been doing upstairs Daddy don't take him out no no Sister just pull his hair This boy is lost It's a living nightmare, it ain't fair That boy he don't know how to lose He's out to win He got the lot to top the last shot Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide Landslide, landslide Walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide Now momma he ain't no toy Never ever get his share Get his stack in a gunnysack Still be room for air This boy is lost It's a rockin' double dare, he's out to scare That boy he don't know how to lose He's out to win He got the lot to top the last shot Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide Landslide Walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide Landslide, landslide, landslide, landslide Preacher done say his prayer Take him to the promised land Momma done allow no get down here Never gonna get up there This boy is lost Like a rebel with out cause But he's the boss That boy he don't know how to lose He's gonna win He got the lot to top the last shot Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide Walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide Landslide Walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide Landslide, landslide That man's a one man landslide Landslide Landslide Landslide That boys a walk talk rockin' landslide Get do