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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


Eliminator (1983)
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I got to have a shot of what you got is oh so sweet.
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat,

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through,

You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead,
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through.

You got to move it up and use it like a scrweball would.
You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should.

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too.
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through.


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She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine
but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine.

She got me under pressure,
she got me under pressure.

She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog.
She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog.
She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains.
She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes.
She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain.

It's got me under pressure,
It's got me under pressure.

I'm gonna give her a message,
here's what I'm gonna say:
"It's all over."
She might get out a nightstick
and hurt me real real bad
by the roadside in a ditch.

It's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.

It's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.



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Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know where I am goin' to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

Gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain't missin' a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin,
when I step out I'm gonna do you in.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

Top coat, top hat,
I don't worry coz my wallet's fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin' sharp and lookin' for love.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz every girl grazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.



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It's three o'clock in the morning
and the rain begin to fall
but I know what I'm needin
but I don't have it all.
I'm needin someone like you
that I just wanna do love to.
Baby, baby, I need you tonight.

Outside my window
it's lonely and cold.
Inside my heart there's a fire
burning out of control.
Burning for someone like you
I just wanna do love to.
Baby, baby, I need you tonight.

Your love's coming to me
like a wolf howling at the moon
but that just doesn't do me
if I can't get you soon.
I'm calling for someone like you
that I just wanna do love to.
Baby, baby, I need you tonight.


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Living room, passing time, talking trash, sipping wine,
I need something more substantial.
New deck of playing cards, I don't like to work this hard,
I think I'll have to cancel.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.

Slow hand on the clock, I'm sitting here like a rock,
I'm feeling so abnormal.
Pictures in the magazines, all my thoughts are so obscene.
Cover up that centerfold.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.

Look at this, what a pair, she won't let me touch her there,
she's so discriminating.
This is weird, it's time to blow, I just heard the rooster crow.
I guess I'll have to spank my monkey.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.


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She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby,
yeah, it's alright.

She's got hair down to her fanny.
She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties.
Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do.
Everybody wants to see if she can use it.
She's so fine, she's all mine,
girl, you got it right.

She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's got a dime all of the time,
stays out at night movin' through time.
Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her,
the girl is alright, she's alright.


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You look like who you say you are
So scoot over let me drive your car
Roll down the glass and give me some wind
lock all the doors I'm on the loose again alright!

I haven't sat behind a wheel like this
since that job in 1956
Can't wait till I can do it again
can't keep my nose clean livin' in sin alright!

I had a friend down in Alcatraz
he had the money and machine guns stashed
We busted out June 21
we gonna rob, steal totin' our guns alright!


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TV dinners there's nothin' else to eat
TV dinners they really can't be beat
I like 'em frozen but you understand
I throw 'em in and wave 'em and I'm a brand new man oh yeah!

TV dinners they're goin' to my head
TV dinners my skin is turnin' red
Twenty year old turkey in a thirty year old tin
I can't wait until tomorrow.... and thaw one out again oh yeah!

TV dinners I'm feelin' kinda rough
TV dinners this one's kinda tough
I like the enchiladas and the teriaki too
I even like the chicken if.... the sauce is not too blue.

And they're mine, all mine, oh yeah
and they sure are fine.
Gotta have 'em
gimme somethin' now.


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Hey baby, watcha gonna do?
now that I've left you and I said we're through
All along you been runnin' round
but you ain't the only game in town

I dug your brush and your ass was fine
I dug your jelly and your mighty mind
But you rubbed it on another guy
you're history and this is why
you're just a dog a scurvy dog

Hey baby, when we got it on
you made me feel like there ain't nothin' wrong
Just don't bug me like you're so naive
I'm crackin' up, I'm gonna take my leave

I dug your brush and your ass was fine
I dug your jelly and your mighty mind
But you rubbed it on another guy
you're history and this is why
you're just a dog
Lyrics
Hey baby well it's over now,
I'll make my exit and I'll take a bow
Your problem's cured with a dollar bill
and if it won't I know a flea collar will

I dug your brush and your ass was fine
I dug your jelly and your mighty mind
But you rubbed it on another guy
You're history and this is why
you're just a dog a scurvy dog.
arf! arf!

Hey! Get that dog out of my yard!



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I don't need her money
I don't need a ride
I got enough connections
I don't need a piece of her hide

I just wanna please her
I just wanna squeeze her
I just wanna crash her
I just wanna trash her
If I could only flag her down
if I could only flag her down

Well, it's not because of her beauty
and her brand new low cut blouse.
It's not because she's so snooty
or a fine famed millionaire.

It's not 'cause she's in motion
In a brand new Cadillac car
It's not because of her lotion
She's a real sweet candy bar

I just want to meet her
I just want to squeeze her
I just want to crash her
I just want to trash her
If I could only flag her down!
if I could only flag her down!


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See that girl with the red dress on,
she can do it all night long,
she's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
I know a girl that likes to flirt,
she can do it in a mini skirt.
She's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
Ain't it a shame when a girl goes bad,
it's enough to drive you mad.

Yesterday I was playin' it cool
but she played me for a first class fool,
she's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
I'm gonna tell you like I told some friends
I'm goin' back to dig her again.
She's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
Ain't it a shame when a girl goes bad,
it's enough to drive you mad.

I know a girl with a GTO,
she's the one that go cat go,
she's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
See the girl dressed in green,
she's the one that's a mean machine,
she's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.
Ain't it a shame when a girl goes bad,
it's enough to drive you mad.



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