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ZZ Top
ZZ Top


Background information
Origin Houston, Texas United States
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Southern Rock
Hard Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) RCA Records
London Records
Rhino Records
American Recordings
Associated acts Moving Sidewalks
American Blues
Website Website
Members
Billy Gibbons
Dusty Hill
Frank Beard



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ZZ Top Album


Degüello (1979)
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You didn't have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.
You didn't have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.
But you took your love to someone else
I wouldn't know what it meant to be loved to death

You made me feel like I've never felt
Kisses so good I had to holler for help
You didn't have to squeeze it but you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.
You didn't have to hold it but you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.

Every day was something new,
You put on your bag and your fine to-do
You got me trying new things too
LyricsJust so I can keep up with you.

You didn't have to shake it but you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.
You didn't have to make it like you did
but you did but you did
And I thank you.

All my life I've been shortchanged
Without your love baby it's a crying shame
But now I know what the fellas talking about
Hear me say that they been turned out
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
Yes, I want to thank you



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She don't love me, she love my automobile.
She don't love me, she love my automobile.
Well she would do anything just to slide behind the wheel.

She said what's it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
She said what's it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
I said honey why don't you ask me when we get to the outskirts of town.

Well now she don't care if I'm stoned or sloppy drunk.
Well she don't care if I'm stoned or sloppy drunk,
Long as she got the keys and there's a spare wheel in her trunk.


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Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We're going downtown in the middle of the night
We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.

Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back.
They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes,
They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too.
Welcome back, we're nationwide.
Yeah we bad, we're nationwide.

Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford,
I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered.
With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made.
I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.



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Is it you again outside,
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough,
Now you're coming' back for more,
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.

Now I don't mind when you send money
and bring your girlfriends with you,
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
and handle less than two?
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright, baby.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.

Now I'm tellin' everybody
It seems too good to be true:
Sweet things can always get sweeter.
I know mine did, how about you?
Yes, it's alright.
I said, yes it is, that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.




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You want to race?
If you insist.
At that price, I can't resist,
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Tonight it ain't right,
I got to have me a week.
But I'll be back for you, Jack,
and I'll let the machine speak,
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Showdown, you bet.
And I haven't saddled my pony yet.
Have mercy, Miss Percy.
I done put the coon tune on this bet, [see notes]
That's right, that's right, that's right.



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I'm gonna get up in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom.
I'm gonna get up in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom.
Well my best gal I'll be leaving
So my friend, get out my room

I'm gonna write a letter to China
See if my baby's over there.
I'm gonna write a letter to China
See if my baby's over there.
If she ain't up in the Hawaiian Islands,
Must be in Ethiopia somewhere

I believe believe my time alone
I believe believe my time alone
I've had to quit my baby and give up my happy home



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Well there comes Lola, out of control-a:
She just loves those rhythm and blues.
And miss Ivy will be arriving;
in leopard skin tights she's willing to cruise.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
So fork over some bread, it'll do your head to get low down in the street.

There's Jimmy and Jojo, there's Kim and Keith,
Way outside the eyes of cool.
And sweet M.B., and there's little G.B.
Everybody wants to be their fool.

It's a fiend scene and it happens here ev'ry week.
Fork over some bread, it'll do your head to get low down in the street.

Some nights are lonely, some nights are lazy,
but ain't nobody try and slip away.
They'll make you loose. They'll make you crazy.
Know what I mean, what you say, what you say.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
So roam on in, it ain't no sin to get low down in the street.




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I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight
I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight
I put the needle in the groove, baby while you douse the lights.

I play it on your dresser, play it upside your wall
I play it in your kitchen, even play it in your hall
I play it anywhere you want it, any old time at all.

Hi fi lo fi no fi's just fine with me.
Hi fi lo fi no fi's just fine with me.
And if you want to give me stereo first give me vitamin E.
I got your name and your number.



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When you get up in the morning and the light is hurt your head
The first thing you do when you get up out of bed
Is hit that street a-runnin' and try to meet the masses
And go get yourself some cheap sunglasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Spied a little thing and I followed her all night
In a funky fine levis and her sweater's kind of tight
She had a west coast strut that was sweet as molases
But what really knocked me out was her cheap sunglasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Now go out and get yourself some thick black frames
With the glass so dark thay won't even know your name
And the choice is up to you cause they come in two classes
Rhinestone shades and cheap sunglasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah



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Esther be the one that shoots a machine gun
Whether you like it or not.
Midnight or daylight, stay out of her sight
'Cuz I heard she's one heck of a shot.
Esther be the one, she's the only one.
She'll get you with her gun when the wolf starts howlin' at the moon.

And you will feel her love bullets when you look her in the eyes.
There ain't no way to escape.
And that's when her fever will materialize,
But it ain't no unfortunate fate.
Esther be the one, she's the only one.
She'll get you with her gun when the wolf starts howlin' at the moon.

It ain't nothin', but it's somethin' so "deal". [see notes]
Don't get branded 'cause her ammo ain't real.

If she gets you in a corner, don't let her mess you 'round
And don't let her blow you away.
If you can't dig on Esther, you turn and leave town
'cause if you think she's bad you ought to see her sister.
Esther be the one, but she's not the only one.
She'll get you with her gun when the wolf starts howlin' at the moon.



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