Whole Lotta Clues
Live , live , live ,A classic Hard Rock track at 130 BPM powered by crunchy rhythm guitars, punchy, active bass, and aggressive drums. Verses mix gritty male vocals with cheeky spoken asides. Choruses burst with soaring lead guitar, gang call-and-response vocals, and infectious hooks for a bold, anthemic vibe.
Whole Lotta Clues
Live , live , live ,A classic Hard Rock track at 130 BPM powered by crunchy rhythm guitars, punchy, active bass, and aggressive drums. Verses mix gritty male vocals with cheeky spoken asides. Choruses burst with soaring lead guitar, gang call-and-response vocals, and infectious hooks for a bold, anthemic vibe.
Lyrics
Intro
Oi, crank it up!
Don’t need no map to find rock’n’roll...
Just follow the sound of the thunder, mate.
Verse 1
Riff in my pocket, strut in my soul,
Like Angus in shorts on a thunder stroll.
Bell's gonna toll, ‘cause I shook all night,
Lit the fuse, baby — now we’re ready to ignite!
Got a ticket on a Highway to Hell,
Malcolm's rhythm still casting that spell.
Flick the switch and let it burn,
Like a Dirty Deed with no return!
Chorus
Whole lotta clues in this rock parade,
From the Back in Black to the price I paid!
I got Bon on my left, Brian on the right,
We're drinkin' TNT, singin’ all night!
It’s a Whole! Lotta! Clues!
In this devilish groove!
So bang your head,
And let your soul approve!
Verse 2
I got a Problem Child grin and a Rocker’s heart,
Ducked through Sin City, tearin’ charts apart.
Jailbreak riffs and a Whole Lotta Rosie,
Got her name on my chest and she’s feelin’ cozy.
Power chords like a thunderclap,
Phil Rudd’s beat gonna snap your back.
Ain’t no ballad, no love song fake—
Just a Shot in the Dark for old time’s sake!
Chorus
Whole lotta clues in my rock tattoo,
From the Thunderstruck days to the black and blue!
With a flick of the wrist and a hellbound smile,
We're Shootin' to Thrill in Aussie style!
It’s a Whole! Lotta! Clues!
In this riff abuse!
So shake your hips,
And cut the power loose!
Bridge
They said rock is dead…
We said, “Oi, try tellin’ that to Angus with a Strat on fire.”
Electric’s still breathin’.
And it’s loud. Real loud.
(Just how we like it.)
Breakdown
Bon! Brian! Angus! Mal!
Keep that jack jumpin’ in the wall of sound!
Bell! Jail! Rosie! Spell!
We ain’t leavin’ till we break the shell!
Final Chorus
Whole lotta clues and I found ‘em all,
On the Rock’n’Roll Train, standin’ 10 feet tall!
From the Powerage days to the Let There Be Rock,
We’re breakin' the clocks with a hell-bound shock!
It’s a Whole! Lotta! Clues!
In this blood and booze,
So raise your glass...
And scream like you choose!
Outro
No mystery here, mate.
Just a loud amp, tight jeans…
And a whole damn legacy.