Tracks

01. Gimme All Your Lovin
02. Got Me Under Pressure
03. Sharp Dressed Man
04. I Need You Tonight
05. I Got The Six
06. Legs
07. Thug
08. TV Dinners
09. Dirty Dog
10. If I Could Only Flag Her Down
11. Bad Girl



01. Gimme All Your Lovin

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.


02. Got Me Under Pressure

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.


03. Sharp Dressed Man

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause every girl grazy 'bout a sharp dressed man


04. I Need You Tonight

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.


05. I Got The Six

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.


06. Legs

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to coose 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.


07. Thug

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
You look like who you say you are.
So scoot over, let me drive your car.
Roll down the glasses 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 nineteen fifty-six.
Can't wait till I can do it again,
Can't keep my nose clean livin' in sin.

I had a friend down in Alcatraz,
He had the money and machine guns stashed.
Busted out June twenty-one,
We gonna rob, steal totin' our guns, oh yeah.


08. TV Dinners

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.


09. Dirty Dog

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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 is 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 melike 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.

Hey baby, well, it's over now,
I'll make my exit and I take a bow.
Your problems cured with a dollar bill
And if it don'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.

Hey! Get that dog out of my yard!


10. If I Could Only Flag Her Down

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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 ner 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.


11. Bad Girl

Music & lyrics by Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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.