Living easy, living free


Season ticket on a one-way ride


Asking nothing, leave me be


Taking everything in my stride


Don·t need reason, don·t need rhyme


Ain·t nothing I would rather do


Going down, party time


My friends are gonna be there too




I·m on the highway to hell




No stop signs, speed limit


Nobody·s gonna slow me down


Like a wheel, gonna spin it


Nobody·s gonna mess me round


Hey Satan, payin· my dues


Playing in a rocking band


Hey Momma, look at me


I·m on my way to the promised land




I·m on the highway to hell


(Don·t stop me)




And I·m going down, all the way down


I·m on the hïghway to hell