(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