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ZZ Top lyrics

Album: Rhythmeen [1996]

Tracks12
 01  Rhythmeen
 02  Bang Bang
 03  Black Fly
 04  What's Up with That
 05  Vincent Price Blues
 06  Zipper Job
 07  Hairdresser
 08  She's Just Killing Me
 09  My Mind Is Gone
 10  Loaded
 11  Pretty Head
 12 Hummbucking, Pt. 2
all ZZ Top lyrics



Rhythmeen
According to gibbons, this stands for mean rhythm and indicates
The album's general mood. 'straight from bo diddley land'.

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

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 everythingback to top
Bang Bang
Percussion-dominated song, afrobeat loops from frank beard. composed
For the movie striptease, though they chose to use la grange instead.

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
She 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...back to top
Black Fly
Starts with a typical zz riff, sounds like zz meets james bond.

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 alrightback to top
What's Up with That
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
What'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 thatback to top
Vincent Price Blues
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
To 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 okback to top
Zipper Job
I hit the street running, had an angle in mindLooking for a shelter, doing double overtimeI get a little crazy, but I won't be deniedGotta find the time that takes the inside outsideTumbling, in a world of swirlRumbling, in a world of swirlIn a world of swirlEverything's hazy, everything's a blurIsn't it amazing? checking outta where we wereIt's so unpredictable, at the end of my ropeGotta skate the ledge outta this kaleidoscopeTumbling, in a world of swirlRumbling, in a world of swirlIn a world of swirlIn this cloud of dust, you've got to keep steadyHang on you must, you better get readyOver the ledge, ripping the curlRiding the edge off into to twirlTumbling, in a world of swirlRumbling, in a world of swirlIn a world of swirlback to top
Hairdresser
Blues-based tune a la john lee hooker

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 fastest 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, milanoback to top
She's Just Killing Me
Also released on the from dusk till dawn soundtrack.

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

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)back to top
My Mind Is Gone
No keyboards, just pearly gates and a lot of sound pedals.

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
I 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 itback to top
Loaded
Lead vocals sung by dusty hill! the lyrics are about bill paxton,
According to billy.

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

Loaded
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-rollerback to top
Pretty Head
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 headback to top
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