ZZ TOP:
1992 – ZZ Top Greatest Hits



Gimme All Your Lovin'
Sharp Dressed Man
Rough Boy
Tush
My Head's in Mississippi
Pearl Necklace
I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide
Viva! Las Vegas
Doubleback
Gun Love
Got Me Under Pressure
Give it Up
Cheap Sunglasses
Sleeping Bag
Planet of Women
La Grange
Tube Snake Boogie
Legs

Gimme All Your Lovin'
(A burst of firsts! The first track recorded and released from 1983's breakthrough ELIMINATOR, ZZ's debt video and the kick-off for the powerhouse ELIMINATOR trilogy, including "Sharp Dressed Man" and "Legs."This is the hit that set the tone both literally and figuratively for the renaiZZance which was to follow and continues unabated to this day.)
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 screwball 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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Sharp Dressed Man
(The title to this ode to natty threadbarers was inspired by a bit player cast credit in a long-forgotten movie. Ironic, isn't it, that Dusty, a man who has always considered himself "immune to fashion" /Billy and Frank take no issue/ should have helped start the stick pin and silk suit craze?)
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
'cos every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
 
Gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain't missin' not a single thing.
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,
And I don't worry coz my wallet's fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin' sharp lookin' for love.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
'Coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
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Rough Boy
(Written on a cold winter day in the wilds of west Texas, to this moment no one can quite recollect if this is a bold personal boast or what you say after a swig of White Lightning. We're talking literal AFTERBURNER effect, circa 1985.)
What in the world's come all over me?
I ain't got a chance of one in three.
Ain't got no rap, ain't got no line
but if you'll give me just a minute I'll be feelin' fine.
 
I am the one who can fade the heat,
the one they all say just can't be beat.
I'll shoot it to you straight and look you in the eye.
So gimme just a minute and I'll tell you why
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy.
 
I don't care how you look at me
because I'm the one and you will see
we can make it work, we can make it by.
So give me one more minute and I'll tell you why
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy.
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Tush
(Composed on "sight" at a deep Dixie venue with a dirt floor and a mean temperature of 110 degrees. Despite what you may think, it's Texas slang for "dee-luxe." Check out Dusty's leather-lunged vocal assault from FANDANGO /1975/.)
I been up, I been down.
Take my word, my way 'round.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
 
I been bad; I been good,
Dallas, Texas, Hollywood.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
 
Take me back, way back home,
not by myself, not alone.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
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My Head's in Mississippi
(This cornerstone cut from 1990's RECYCLER redirected ZZ's blues sensibilities back to wax. A not-so-subtle pitch for their favorite cause: The Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale, Miss. Southern wag Stanley Booth called them the Salvador Dalis of the Delta. Here, then, is the band at their down-home surreal-est.)
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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Pearl Necklace
(It has been said that diamonds are a girl's best friend but the guys have other ideas about appropriate accessorizing. It's the band's inadvertent contribution to relationship counselling. From EL LOCO /1981/.)
She's really upset with me again,
I didn't give her what she likes.
I don't know what to tell her,
Don't know what to say.
Everything got funky last night.

She was really bombed,
And I was really blown away,
Until I asked her what she wanted,
And this is what she had to say:
A pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.

She gets a charge out of bein' so weird,
Digs gettin' downright strange.
But I can keep a handle on anything,
Just this side of deranged.

She was gettin' bombed,
And I was gettin' blown away,
And she held it in her hand               
And this is what she had to say:
A pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.

She is so tough, as pure as the driven slush.
And that's not true what she's talkin' about,
It really don't cost that much.

She was gettin' bombed,
And I was gettin' blown away,
And she took it in her hand,
And this is what she had to say:
A pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.
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I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide
(An original catch phrase for the ages, it's the lyrical and musical embodiment of the low rider ethos. Though millions swore they'd heard it before, the national anthem of the U.S. of ZZ first greeted dawn's early light on 1979's DEGUELLO, their first for Warner Bros.)
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a blues man in back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We going downtown in the middle of the night
We laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.

Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back.
They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heel shoes,
They smokin' Lucky Strikes, and wearing nylons too.
'Cause we bad, we nationwide.
Yeah we bad, we nationwide.

Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford,
I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered.
With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made.
I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Well I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.
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Viva! Las Vegas
(One of two new tracks especially recorded for this package. Sung by Dusty, whose affinity for the big E is well-known to concert-goers delighted by his tonsil-blistering treatment of "Jailhouse Rock." Written by Rock 'N' Roll Hall of Famer Doc Pomus, ZZ's "VLV" includes echoes from its original performer, beyond the pale. The inspiration for recording the track was born -- and a rough vocal demo cut -- in the dressing room of the Monroe, La Civic Auditorium where, legend has it, Vernon and Gladys' only surviving son passed the time before taking the stage.)
Spoken: Y'all still want me to come with you?

Bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire
There's a whole lot of money that's ready to burn
So get those stakes up higher.
There's a thousand pretty women just a-waitin out there,
And they're all livin' devil-may-care.
I'm just the devil with a love to spare.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.

Spoken: Ah, thank-ya very much baby.

And how I wish that there were more
Than twenty-four hours in the day.
But even if there were forty more,
I wouldn't sleep a minute away.
Oh, there's blackjack and poker and a roulette wheel.
A fortune won and lost on every deal.
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.

Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin',
And your one-armed bandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain.
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime,
Turn the night into daytime,
If you see it once, you'll never come home again.

I'm gonna keep on the run,
I'm gonna have me some fun,
If it costs me my very last dime.
If I wind up broke,
Then I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time.
I'm gonna give it everything I've got.
Lady Luck please let the dice stay hot.
Let me shoot a seven with every shot.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas.
Viva, Viva.
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Doubleback
(Theme song created by ZZ to compliment their on-screen role in BACK TO THE FUTURE III, later included on RECYCLER. In the film, the band portrays a three-piece combo, two of whom sport full-length chin-warmers, the percussionist being clean-shaven. Typecasting lives!)
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,
I 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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Gun Love
(On this second of two new tracks, ZZ takes their cue from Jimmy Reed's blues classic "Real Gone Lover." Despite the title, this ballistic track has more in common with traditional blues themes than the NRA. Recorded for this occasion, Billy's lead is played on a Fender Jaguar, standard side arm for surf music warriors of yore.)
She likes to shoot her gun,
Shootin' at the target of love.
She likes to load her chamber,
Hot and tight like a black leather glove.
She's a little freak, but she'll take you in.
You might be sittin' at the end of a firing pin.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She's a real gun lover, 
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She's a real gun lover tonight.

She's so particular, she likes a Smith and Wesson or Colt.
But she'll give you some lovin' as long as she's cockin' the bolt.
Better hold on when she's up to her tricks
Playin' Russian Roulette but she'll load all six.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She's a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love,
She's a real gun lover tonight.

She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.
Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero.
She's kinda shy but make no mistake,
She'll shoot you full of love till your love bone aches.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She's a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love,
She's a real gun lover tonight.
She's a real gun lover.
She's a real gun lover tonight.
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Got Me Under Pressure
(Rip-snorting curtain-raiser for the epocah ELIMINATOR tour /1984/. A dysfunctional relationship set to a demanding beat, it's ZZ's take on the rude boy aesthetic. "Pressure" is still a show-stopping element of the band's live set, a theraputically rockin' way to let off steam.)
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 flippin' 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 a 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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Give it Up
(There's that guy from Graceland again, this time on a serious UFO tip. The title to this tabloid rocker and popular dance track from RECYCLER begs the question: Will they ever? Never!)
I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet Vegas and they took my clothes.
Bettin' 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 need to 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.
 
Give it up.
Give it up, baby,
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
 
Come on, give it up.
Give it up, baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
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Cheap Sunglasses
(Bespectacled audience participation favorite, Bausch & Lomb stockholders were gratified to find this DEGUELLO eye-opener generated additional dividends as Wayfarer sales soared. "Shades" of insider trading?)
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 streets a-runnin' and try to beat 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 as sweet as molases
But what really knocked me out was her cheap sunglasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(solo)

Now go out and get yourself some big 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 or cheap sunglasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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Sleeping Bag
(Down-filled funk from AFTERBURNER is guaranteed to keep you and that special someone insulated and reverberated (as chronicled in ZZ's contribution to WHERE THE PYRAMID MEETS THE EYE). While on the subject of Egyptology, consider the song's origin: a band camp out in the Land of the Pharaohs.)
When it's cold outside and you want to sleep in,
go for a pallet that's nice and thin.
Zip it on around while it's on the ground,
spread it out and lay it on down.
Slip inside my sleeping bag,
slip inside my sleeping bag.
 
You're afraid of the dark, baby, don't be shy.
We'll talk about some lovin' while we look at the sky.
Don't be hesitating, it'll be alright,
we'll tuck it in until it's clean out of sight.
Slip inside my sleeping bag,
slip inside my sleeping bag.
 
Let's go out to Egypt 'cause it's in the plan,
sleep beside the pharoahs in the shifting sand.
We'll look at some pyramids and check out some heads.
Oh, we'll whip out our mattress 'cause there ain't no beds.
Slip inside my sleeping bag,
slip inside my sleeping bag.
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Planet of Women
(The band's support for the space program and their ongoing hope that a three-man probe will someday discover the object of their incantations is summed up on this AFTERBURNER space case. Come in, Houston Control...)
What can I do, I'm a nervous wreck?
There's girls everywhere, I better go and check.  CHECK IT OUT
I can't tell a diamond from a hole in the ground.
They all got my head spinning round and round.
Planet of women, oh yeah.
The planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane.
 
They start by acting just a little discreet.
Then they're in the skies and they're in the streets.
You can find them in cars or a hotel lobby,
they're easy to find, just look for the body.
Planet of women, oh yeah.
Just a planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane.
 
If you have the answer, drop me a line today
or send a straight jacket something in a shade of gray.
I think I've sprained my brain 'cause it won't unwind.
Every day it's man against man on the
planet of women, oh yeah.
Just a planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane,
it's driving me insane.
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La Grange
(Their first-ever Top 40 hit from 1973's TRES HOMBRES reveals the not-so-secret lcocation of the fabled "Best Little Whorehouse in Texas." Explore the mysteries of femininity as young cowpokes are introduced to "some real nice girls.")
Rumour spreadin' around, in that Texas town
'bout that shack outside La Grange 
and you know what I'm talkin' about.
Just let me know if you wanna go 
to that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls.
 
Have mercy.
A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw.
A haw, haw, haw.
 
Well, I hear it's fine if you got the time
and the ten to get yourself in. 
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it's tight most ev'ry night,
but now I might be mistaken.
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
 
Have mercy.
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Tube Snake Boogie
(This call-and-response gospel-tinged party anthem is from EL LOCO. To this day, the band claims that "tube snake" is gnarly lingo for a surf board. Either way, it's good clean fun.)
I got a girl she lives cross town,
She's the one that really gets down.
When she boogie,
She do the tube snake boogie.
Well now boogie little baby, 
Boogie woogie all night long.

I got a girl she lives on the block,
She kinda funky with her pink and black socks.
She likes to boogie,
She do the tube snake boogie.
Well now boogie woogie baby,
Boogie woogie all night long.

I got a girl, she lives on the hill.
She won't do it but her sister will,
When she boogie,
She do the tube snake boogie.
Well now boogie little baby,
Boogie woogie all night long. 
Blow your top blow your top blow your top.
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Legs
(This ode to great gams has served to introduce millions to the wonders of ZZ Top. Isn't it great that a personal obsession can become an international phenomenon? Perviously unreleased, this dance-enhanced version is guaranteed to shake a lot of legs.)
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' legs 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, 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, sure, I got to have her,
the girl is alright, she's alright.
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