Tema: ZZ Top - Tekstovi Pesama

Manic Mechanic

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,
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Dust My Broom

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

Lowdown In The Street

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.

Hi Fi Mama

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.

Cheap Sunglasses

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

Esther Be The One

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".
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.

Don't Tease Me

Baby, baby, I need you,
I'll lay it on you with a straight shot
Baby, baby, I love you,
I'll give it ev'rything I got.
I'm gonna try my best to hold you baby,
Hold you in my arms.

Tryin' my best to please you,
Never ever tease you,
Don't you go and break my heart.
Don't burn me like a jet fuel,
Baby just be cool,
Don't go tearin' me apart.

Baby, baby I want you,
I know we're thinkin' 'bout the same thing.
Lord have mercy,
I need you, I can read you like a magazine.
I'm gonna try my best to hold you baby,
Hold you in my arms.

Tryin' my best to please you,
Never ever tease you,
Don't you go and break my heart.
Don't burn me like a jet fuel,
Baby just be cool,
Don't go tearin' me apart.

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Because I'm givin' you the head lines.
Baby, baby I love you,
Let's get ready for the good times.
I'm gonna try my best to hold you baby,
Hold you in my arms.

Tryin' my best to please you,
Never ever tease you,
Don't you go and break my heart.
Don't burn me like a jet fuel,
Baby just be cool,
Don't go tearin' me apart.

Groovy Little Hippie Pad

I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.
I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.
I work a hundred grand scam from a border town.
Well, I'll be feeling glad.

I'm gonna find me a blonde-haired mama,
In a Jeep with a German Shepherd by her side.
I'm gonna find me a blonde-haired mama,
With boots and a fourty-four on her side.
And if I ain't too high or used up,
I'll have her take me for a groovy little hippie ride.

I'm gonna fix brown rice every day,
And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red.
I'm gonna fix brown rice every day,
And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red.
That's all I need to get groovy,
That's what all the little hippie said.

Heaven, Hell, Or Houston

Hello darling.
Surprised?
Yes, it's me again.
I have just returned from the island of Chandelier.
What am I doing in town?
Well, I'm glad you asked.
I'm just passing through in search of the ever elusive Thunderbird.

I got a job as a public relations man.
Passing out handbills on Austin Street.
Merely an effort to improve my financial situation,
And ward off a case of the D.T.'s

So farewell, my darling.
Perhaps we'll meet again
On some sin-infested street corner in Houston Texas.

I Wanna Drive You Home

She is an American car,
She isn't legal so she can't go far.
She got her mind stuck up in second gear,
Where she going ain't exactly clear.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

Low mileage without a pink slip,
Clean upholstery and it ain't been ripped.
She stripped her gears only late last night,
I don't think that thing was oiling right.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

She shakes and shimmies all over the road,
She's always happy when she carry a load.
Another lonesome automobile,
Something bout the way she makes me feel.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.