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1996 – Rhythmeen



Bang Bang
Black Fly
Hairdresser
Hummbucking Part 2
Loaded
My Mind is Gone
Prettyhead
Rhythmeen
She's Just Killing Me
Vincent Price Blues
What's Up With That
Zipper Job

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...
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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 alright
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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, Milano
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Hummbucking Part 2
(Some slide guitar in this one.)
                  I found it hidin' out in the weeds 
                  Definitely feel like a king bee 
                  Sweet like jelly, bad like a truck 
                  I wanna be hummbucking on you 
                  Hummbucking, part 2 

                  I got off, down in the bush 
                  Definitely somethin' everybody wush for 
                  Sweet like jelly, bad likes a truck 
                  I'm gonna rub hummbucking on you 
                  Hummbucking, part 2 

                  Burkina faso, burkina faso 

                  I found it way down off in the cane 
                  Definitely know I wanna be your man 
                  Sweetroll jelly, rumblin' truck 
                  I'm gonna put a lil' hummbucking on you 
                  Hummbucking, part 2 

                  Sugar cane 
                  Imperial cane 
                  Domino cane 
                  Yes, I can
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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-roller
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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 it
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Prettyhead

                  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 head
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Rhythmeen
(According to Gibbons, this stands for "mean rhythm" and indicates the album's general mood.)
                  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 everything
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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)
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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 OK
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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 that
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Zipper Job

                  He/she wanna be 
                  Body and soul just don't agree 
                  There's an answer, gotta go for a 
                  Tijuana tuck-n-roll 

                  He/she just got a zipper job 
                  A zipper job 

                  It ain't nothin', it ain't no thing 
                  It's just changin' face of yin and yang 
                  Ain't no callin' for alarm 
                  It's just a different kind of charm 

                  It's alright, on one condition 
                  Certainly before transition 
                  No one even need a clue 
                  Just pull the old switch-a-roo 

                  He/she done got a brand-new glistening zipper job 
                  Oh yes, a zipper job 

                  Flip, strip, zip, trip a talon-42 

                  Timing is everything 
                  For kings, queens, and in-betweens 
                  It's a question of what to do 
                  'Cos what is what and who is who? 

                  He/she just got a zipper job 
                  An everlasting zipper job
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