Dementia’s got another; Malcolm Young
cannot remember
What he did just yesterday, much less back
in September
A rock and roller all his life, a founder
of that band
That some of us grew up with, though we’ll
never understand
Angus he’s the younger, been a schoolboy
all his years
But Malcolm he won’t understand, while
Angus sheds his tears
They’ve rocked and rolled with millions,
hits made by the score
It’s sad to say but it is true, not with
Malcolm any more
Forty years of music, he’s played on every
stage
Not long clocked up sixty, it gets us all
that thing called age
We’ll miss him like a brother, we are saddened
by his fate
And the schoolboy will continue, though
without his closest mate
It is so sad, but he’s not alone, others will
share his world
No-one knows what life serves up, how your
flag will be unfurled
But for AC/DC we all hold a flame, and I’ll
make with you a bet
Like Bowie, Chisel and the Stones, that
band we won’t forget
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