I want you to hear me out there
This is for all you bad boys
This is the story of the saint of rock’n’roll
I want you to put your hands in your pockets
Take ten dollars out and send it to me ha-ha
I got a laid off, it ain’t fair
Listen to be baby I’m gonna say it like it is
Well momma done scold her son
What ya been doing out there
Daddy don’t take the gun oh no
Stuck it to the bully’s head
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’s got the lot, to call the last shot
He’s a shaker, he’s a breaker, he’s a maker,
He’s a landslide, landslide
Walking, talking, rocking, landslide
Now momma he ain’t no cowboy
Hell never ever get us there
His gun is stuck in a gunny sack
It’s gonna be rip roaring
This boy is lost, it’s a rocking double dare
It’s all in the stare
That boy he don’t know how to lose,
He’s out to win — he’s got the lot, to call the last shot
He’s a shaker, he’s a breaker, he’s a maker,
He’s a landslide, landslide
Walking, talking, rocking landslide oh
Whoooooaaaaa yeah
Landslide, landslide, landslide
Laaaaand! Preacher done said his prayer
Hell take ya to the promised land
Momma don’t let him in around here
Never gonna live again
This boy is lost, he lives in a big and tall brick house,
But he’s the boss…
That boy he don’t know how to lose, he’s out to win
He’s got the lot, to call the last shot
He’s a breaker, he’s a shaker, he’s a maker
He’s a landslide, walking, talking, rocking landslide
Landslide walking, talking, rocking, landslide
Landslide, landslide that mans a one man landslide,
Landslide, landslide, landslide
That boy’s a walking, talking, rocking landslide,
Get up!