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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


Rhythmeen (1996)
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Solid-silver beat machine
Hunkin' down
Funkin' up on Magazine
On rhythmeen in New Orleans

Drinkin' Dixie 45 with hot links
In a silver Continental
Wired as hell and doin' things
That's what you get on rhythmeen

Oh yeah, way up
Oh yeah, way out
Uh-huh, get on up
Rhythmeen is down
Rhythmeen thing
Mean mean rhythmeen

Can't get enough of that special sauce
The backbeat's the big boss
Here comes another dope fiend
Tradin' up for rhythmeen
Lyrics
Oh yeah, weird up
Oh yeah, fear not
Uh-huh, get on up
Rhythmeen is down

Leanin' on a silver Lincoln
A Galaxy 500
In a Mustang might Tchoupitoulas
Rhythmeen up everything


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Everybody knows what it's all about
Pretty thing jumpin' all around
Shakin' your money-maker now
Take it off and take me down

Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Take it off
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
Hey yeah

Tear me up, baby, tear me down
You got me movin' upside down
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' alright
Do it again, do it all night

Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Take it off, take it off
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
LyricsShe bang-bang my shang-a-lang
(popgun!)

Hey, hey, hey...

Do me once, baby do me twice
Do it 'cos it feels so nice
I don't care 'bout nothin' else
Do me 'til my money melts

Bang, bang, shang-a-lang, take it off
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang, hey yeah
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
Hey
(popgun!)

Hey, hey, hey...


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Black fly buzzin', buzzin' around
Black fly flyin' from town to town
Black fly lookin' around and around
What's he gonna do when he finds her?

He got the mojo workin' overtime
Makin' it, layin' it on the line
Chasin' his honey with a honeysuckle vine
Who's so lucky and gets to kiss her?

Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right

Flyin' round lookin' for a black cat bone
Flyin' with John the conquerer showin'
Messin' around with a honey-bee
Will she kiss him or sting him, what's it gonna be?

Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right

Black fly buzzin, buzzin' around
Black fly flyin' from town to town
Black fly zzzzz'n all around
Fly gonna fly when he find her

Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, yeah that's alright


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Well how much blues do you use
Before you use it up
And how many fools take a chance
Before they hit it lucky
Tomorrow's wanna be the day
It never seem to work that way

What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that

Everybody want a little more
Than they think they got
But what you might think it is,
Might really not be, baby
Pick it up or leave it lay
It always seem to slip away

What's up with that
What's up with that
LyricsWhat's up with that
What's up with that

Now how high will a river get
Before it overflows
And how long is the hole to China
It don't really know
This is what it's all about
There's always gonna be a doubt

What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that


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There's a rockin' time on the borderline
Between sundown and up
There's an off-the-wall cantina, man
Just waitin' to tear you up
The locals know that in you go
And out con nalgas fried
Night descends, and the fun begins
Way out the other side

But, I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK

There's a very cherry charmer
Oozin' groovin' grease
She come in with the graveyard shift
A pleasin' teasin' squeeze
El jeffe [sic] holler mucho mas
Get some sucker's ass inside
I think you'll know you gotta go
LyricsTo get some satisfy

But, I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK

I've dined at Spago and Eclipse
And Whataburger too
I've had Mescal with lotsa gals
Along 5th Avenue
I always shot the best they got
Dinero no problema
Ain't no quarter south-the-border
In this off the wall cantina

But, I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
VIncent Price said it's ok
Vincent, Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK


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He/she wanna be
Body and soul just don't agree
There's an answer, gotta go for a
Tijuana tuck-n-roll

He/she just got a zipper job
A zipper job

It ain't nothin', it ain't no thing
It's just changin' face of yin and yang
Ain't no callin' for alarm
It's just a different kind of charm

It's alright, on one condition
Certainly before transition
No one even need a clue
Just pull the old switch-a-roo

He/she done got a brand-new glistening zipper job
Oh yes, a zipper job

Flip, strip, zip, trip a talon-42

Timing is everything
For kings, queens, and in-betweens
It's a question of what to do
'Cos what is what and who is who?

He/she just got a zipper job
An everlasting zipper job


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What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
The shape my hair is in
It's way too humid, today, my head, it ain't no friend
If I was seen out, I'd have me arrested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

She's hip to the latest bob,
She give a good lather-job
She don't stand no messin' around
Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town

Hairdresser, hairdresser
Conk it up, conk me baby

I likes a wax, I likes a straight
I don't like the kind of hair you love to hate
I can dig it dread, I can dig it buzzed
I can dig a 'do' that does the fuzz
God, my hair it looks molested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Yo, yo, Milano


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Everything about her was natural
Everything about her was cool
But I'm a little partial for beautiful girls
Even if they blood runs blue

I think I see her
I think I want her
I think I love her
She's just killing me
I think she's killing me

Her castanets are enormous
Her bongo beat absolute
And when she doin' midnite performances
She's got a secret somethin' to boot

I think I see her
I think I want her
Oh, I think I love her
But she's just killing me
I think she's killing me
Lyrics
Miss Satanic Pandemonia
Don't get any lower or slower
What you see is what you get conmigo
And the bonus of an albino boa

I think I see her
I think I want her
Yes, I think I love her
She's just killing me
She's just killing me
(That's some time I had)

I think I see her
I know I love her
Yes, I might love her
She's just killing me
She wanna be killing me
(Suck my blood)


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I have to go to my parole-boy
To remember just who I am
One thing else I don't enjoy is
Forgetting her monogram
She electrifies my physical mass
She really turns me on

My mind is gone
My mind is gone

She quite simply wrecks me
She just tears me apart
She screws me up and skewers me
She made it quite an art
She guts me like a hollow-point
She really turns me on

My mind is gone
My mind is gone

Yeah, Billy
LyricsI know what you mean

It's the smell of the dress
That made my mind a mess
It's her chokin' throat
Really gets my goat-tee and amen
Yes, indeed
She makes my head and heart bleed
Been so long since I knocked some off

My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone

Tell me about it


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Loaded
Gonna have a good time
Loaded
Gonna have a good, good time
Don't you know that I wanna get loaded

Lit
Brighter than my butane
I said lit
Hotter than my low-down thing
Take me inside-out, 'til I'm gone insane
Well, oh yeah, shellac

Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, disembodied
Let's fry
Like a Paxton blower
Like a Paxton twist
Black Cadillac
Aphrodesiac

LyricsLoaded
Tankin', skankin' with the rank-n-file
Load me up
Gettin' it good for a little while
Don't you know that I wanna get loaded
Yeah, put me up

Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, don't you just know it
Harpoon, loaded, well
Like Bridgette Bardot
Like a French high-roller


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Don't send me no bag, don't send me no skag
A pin-headed ho won't do
Don't send me no square without some beehive hair
She got to have her rhythm with blues

Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead
Gotta have a prettyhead, I said pretty head

Don't send nothin' lame, don't send nothin' tame
A scatter-brained ho won't do
Don't send me no skang, don't send me nothin' rang
I want it hot, righteous and blue

Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead
GOtta have a prettyhead, I said pretty head

Play the guitar

Drop-dead, big red, icy head, pretty pretty head

Don't send me no twig, don't send nothin' big
With a sideways thing-a-majig
Don't send me no pro, don't send nothin' low
Down and out, holdin' out ho

Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead
Gotta have a prettyhead, said pretty, pretty head


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I found it hidin' out in the weeds
Definitely feel like a king bee
Sweet like jelly, bad like a truck
I wanna be humbucking on you
Humbucking, part 2

And i got off, down in the bush
Definitely somethin' everybody wush for
Sweet like jelly, bad likes a truck
I'm gonna rub humbucking on you
Humbucking, part 2

Burkina Faso
Burkina Faso

I found it way down off in the cane
Definitely know I wanna be your man
Sweetroll jelly, rumblin' truck
I'm gonna put a lil' humbucking on you
Humbucking, part 2

Sugar cane
Imperial cane
Domino cane
Yes, I can

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