Lyrics:

(bon scott/malcolm young/angus young)

If youre havin trouble with the high school head
Hes givin you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in his bed
Heres what you gotta do
Pick up the phone
Im 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 aint 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
Its time you made a stand
For a fee Im 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