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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


Recycler (1990)
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Hard and cold, like a street of gold,
It's easy to find but so hard to hold.
Smooth and strong but it won't last long,
When the rust sets in, she'll be good as gone!

Concrete, Concrete and steel.
It's like concrete.
Hey baby, what's the deal?

A heart of stone make you feel alone,
but what can you do when your hand is blown?
Hard as ice, it's like tumblin' dice,
before you fall for her boy, you better think twice.

Concrete, Concrete and steel.
It's like concrete.
Hey baby, what's the deal?

Dark as night, diamond bright,
Never seen such a strange delight.
Slick as glass, and just as fast,
You'll feel the pain, but it won't last.


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It must have been the way that she kissed me,
made me as weak as a lamb.
Tastes so fine like french silk pie,
sweet as strawberry jam.
It could have been the thing that she told me,
when she threw her wrench at my monkey.

Shoulda been a cool scene,
Like honey on a ripped queen.
I thought it was a day-dream,
But it must have been a lovething.

I smiled at the way that she told me,
"I just can't turn you a-loose."
She was a force majeure in her haute couture,
I was howlin' at the moon.
That's when I jumped out of her window,
Before my monkey could cook her goose.

Shoulda been a cool scene,
Like honey on a ripped queen.
I thought it was a day-dream,
But it must have been a lovething.


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(Spoken: What you lookin' at, girl?)

She's always checkin' with her penthouse eyes,
Makes me stutter, gives me butterflies.
Got to have her, she pins me up with her penthouse eyes.

I wanna lie where her eagle flies,
She's got my love pressure on the rise.
When I see her, she really rocks me with her penthouse eyes.

Don't need excuse for graspin',
Can't blame the boy for askin'.
One look sting you like a honey bee,
But it's her eyes gonna set you free.

I wanna stretch her out in old Levi's,
Got to have a little piece of paradise.
I got to have her, she pins me up with her penthouse eyes.

Don't need excuse for graspin',
Can't blame the boy for askin'.
There's no escape let me tell you no lie,
She's always lookin' with her penthouse eyes.




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I gotta find out what's in my mind,
I'm a little mixed up but it feels so fine.
Why does love have to come and go,
If it's got to leave why does it go so slow?

Just tell it...
Tell it like it is.
Tell it..
Tell it like it feels.
Tell it to my baby.

I have a feelin' that I'm goin' insane,
I've fallen in love but can't remember her name.
She prob'ly stepped out and she's coming back again,
but if I don't know her how can I let her in?

Just tell it...
Tell it like it is.
Tell it..
Tell it like it feels.
Tell it to my baby.
Lyrics
(Spoken: Fine!
So fine!)

How could this ever have happened this way?
Well, sometimes love turns out that way.
Sometimes it's cold and sometimes it's hot,
But it's better to have it than to need it and not!




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I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
The blues has got a hold of me.
I believe I'm gettin' dizzy. (Spoken: Help me now.)

I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
Lord, I thought I was in Heaven.
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
I thought I was in Heaven.
But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot
of an invisible seven eleven. (Spoken: What was I doin out there?)

Where's my head baby?
Somewhere in Mississippi.

Last night I saw a cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
And last night I saw a naked cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf
about some voodoo healin'. (Spoken: Mmm Baby.)




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She's so fine, makes me lose my mind,
I wish to apply my manhood.
I'll be glad to go to her pad and
Maybe the whole band could.

I got to make a decision
To avoid a collision.

She's so tuff, my knee's a little rough
From crawlin' on across her floor.
If she'd place an order I'd drink her bath water and
Not even use a chaser.

I got to make a decision
To avoid a collision.

Her lips are wet and I'd make a bet
She's been suckin' on her watermellon rind.
She's a picture of wealth and I know myself
That I'd take what she leaves behind.




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I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet Vegas and they took my clothes.
I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff,
I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough?

You got to give it up,
Give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.

Well there's a few more things you should know about me,
I trained trigger single-handedly.
I invented see-through negligees,
And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate.

You got to give it up,
You got to give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.

I fell in love down in Mexico,
Thunderbird wine's the only way to go.
I been in love ten thousand times,
All you got to do is remember my line.



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A hundred thousand dollars
wouldn't touch the price I paid
of the hundred thousand moments
of the times I wish I'd stayed.
But even if I had all the time and money,
it's still the same old news.
Nothin' does you any good
when you got 2000 blues.

Ten thousand clouds
on a rainy rainy day
couldn't wash away
all the dust and the haze.
But I tried and I tried
to search for all the clues,
why I can't wash away
these 2000 blues.

If I had an airplane
with a co-pilot too,
I'd fly to a planet
that was closest to you.
I'd set the tracking system
with your safety fuse,
and set the countdown
for 2000 blues.



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My charcoal's getting red hot,
put your order in my hand.
Won't you let me show you what I got
sizzlin in the pan.

Any way you want it baby,
I am your burger man.

If you need good hot grillin',
try my burger stand.
If you need a slice of thrillin',
I'm the baddest in the land.

Any way you want it baby,
I am your burger man.

Spoken: Did you want double meat?
How 'bout some fries on the side?

Once you try my burger baby,
you'll grow a new thyroid gland.
I said just eat my burger, baby,
make you smart as Charlie Chan.

You see the hot sauce can't be beat.
Sit back and open wide.




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I got shot through a space not long ago,
I thought I knew the place so well.
It wasn't the same, now it goes to show,
Sometime you never can tell.

I'm lookin' high and low, don't know where to go,
I got to double back, my friend.
The only way to find, what I left behind
I got to double back again, double back again.

You know I'm movin on in this fine machine,
Rollin' on through the night.
Seein' things like I've never seen
And it's taking me outta sight.

Lookin' high and low, don't know where to go,
I got to double back, my friend.
The only way to find, what I left behind
I got to double back again, double back again.

It's got me up and down,
LyricsI been lost and found,
Down in a deep dark hole.
Looks like my luck has changed,
I been rearranged
And I'm coming out on a roll.

Lookin' high and low, don't know where to go,
I got to double back, my friend.
The only way to find, what I left behind
I got to double back again, double back again.



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