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Posted: 2/14/2006 1:04:34 PM EDT
"your problems cured with a dollar bill,
and if it won't i know a flee collar will" lots of other classics. damn those are some raunchy songs. i got 6 etc. so if your a fan what's your favorite lyric? |
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From Afterburner
ZZ Rocks. Love most of their lyrics. |
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That made me spew Diet Coke....Damnit. |
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LaGrange
Just let me know if you wanna go to that home out on the range. They gotta lotta nice girls. |
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I got a girl, lives on a hill
She won't do it but her sister will |
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I vote for all lyrics from all songs from...
"Eliminator" on down. Everything past Eliminator were friggin' crap and embarassing. |
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I am the one who can take 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. Just gimme one more minute, and I'll tell you why... |
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Not quite right, here it is: Pearl necklace 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’s so cold, as pure as the driven slush. And that’s not jewelry she’s talkin’about, [see notes] 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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When you're driving down the highway at night,
and you're feeling that Wild Turkey's bite. Don't give Johnny Walker a ride, 'cause Jack Black, is right by your side. You might get taken to the jailhouse and find, you've been arrested for driving while blind. Man...that goes way back. Driving around in a big block Chevy Cheyenne pick up, drinking beer, jumping railroad tracks... How quickly time slips away. |
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I find this thread offensive......And very funny :) |
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Oh well...I still like my version better |
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Aw, let's drive this ol' Chrysler to Mexico, boys...
She's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew So head for the border and put in an order or two The Mexican Blackbird will be there, waitin' for you... |
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Cruising' down the highway in a new Cadlliac,
I had a fine, foxy nun, I had 3 more in the back, They're sportin' short dresses, wearing high heeled shoes, They're smokin lucky strikes, and wearin nylons too.... Who could forget lyrics like that? |
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Apparently, anyone who didn't hear them correctly in the first place! Tall Shadow |
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She don't love me,
She loves my automobile. She don't love me, She loves my automobile. Well, she would do anything Just to slide behind the wheel. She said, "What's it gonna take For you to lay your top on down?" She said, "What's it gonna take For you to lay your top on down?" "Well, honey, why don't you ask me When we get to the outskirts of town..." -Troy |
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Hmm... your version makes it even more interesting. Here's how it really goes (and DAMN, do I love the Degüello album!). 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-heeled 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. -Troy |
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And how could we forget...
I been up; I been down. Take my word, my way around. 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." -Troy |
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When the hound dog barks in the black of the night Stick my hand in my pocket, and it feels allright... |
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Rumour sprendin' 'round
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, uh. Have mercy. A haw, haw, haw, haw. Uh huh. 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 A'most ev'ry night, But now, I might be mistaken. Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm. Have mercy. -Troy |
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I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change. Said, I just got paid today, Got me a pocket full of change. If you believe you like workin' hard all day, Just step in my shoes and take my pay. I was born my Papa's son; When I hit the ground, I was on the run. I had one glad hand and the other behind. You can have yours; just give me mine. When the hound dog barkin' in the black of the night, Stick my hand in my pocket, everything's all right. I just got paid today, Got me a pocket full of change. Said, "Black Sheep, Black, do you got some wool?" "Yes, I do, man, my bag is full." It's the root of evil and you know the rest, But it's way ahead of what's second best. -Troy |
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Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans. Yeah, yeah. Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between. Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine. Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine. Yeah, yeah. Then out to California through the forests and the pines. Ah, take me with you, Jesus. You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same. You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same. Yeah, yeah. You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name. |
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Beer Drinkers And Hell Raisers
If you see me walkin' down the line with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind, well, I'll be here around suppertime with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine. Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? The crowd gets loud when the band gets right, steel guitar cryin' through the night. Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight. Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? Ah, play it boy. The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin. Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in. Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional 'cause we're experimental and professional. Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah. Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me? - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard |
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(Somebody Else Been) Shakin' Your Tree
Words and music by Billy Gibbons. Well, I'm tryin', yes I'm tryin just to get a line on you Where you been? But I'm havin' trouble puttin' a find on you I'm wearin' thin Somebody else been shaking your tree. Supposed to saving all that stuff for me. You been hidin', yes your're hidin', you been stayin' out on me. Sneakin' 'round. Me and you ain't workin' out just like we oughta be. You've got me down. Somebody else been shaking your tree. Supposed to be saving all that stuff for me. I'm tired of foolin' around with you, and sittin' here alone. It's on my mind. I think it's time for me to find a new tree of my own. It's plantin' time. Anything you wanna do is cool with me. I don't care who shakes your tree. |
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If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to being alone
don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown. Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home. They all call her her "puta" 'cause no one really knows her name. She works the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade. Her mama was Mez'can and her daddy was the ace of spades. Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy. Said, keep your hands on the wheel there. Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it? Now, ya got it! Hand me another one of them brews from back there. Oh, this is gonna be so good. Mm, she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew. So head for the border and put in an order or two. The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you. Oh, one more time, can you roll me another Bull Durham, please? Can't you do it with one hand, boy? |
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If I blow my top...
will you let it go to your head? ....wonder what they meant by that..... |
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I met a shiek from mozambique
Who led me to the congo. He dreamed to go to mexico And sample a burrito. My tempature had risen again, It must have been a hundred and ten. Under the oaks I was telling some jokes And thinkin’ I had it made- Gettin’ on with the folks, havin’ some coke And coolin’ off in the shade. My tempature had risen again, And it must have been a hundred and ten. I took a boat that couldn’t float To rio de janeiro. So with my scuba I swam to cuba Bur I’ll be gone tomorrow. My tempature had risen again, It must have been a hundred and ten. |
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+1. And nice JG52 shield. |
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Velcro Fly Hey, look at the hooks on your pants makes you wanna dance. I say yeah yeah, I say yeah yeah. There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch, do the velcro fly, do the velcro fly. You need just enough of that sticky stuff to hold the seams of your fine blue jeans. I say yeah yeah. I say yeah yeah. There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch, do the velcro fly, do the velcro fly. Well, it feels so right when you squeezed it tight, when you reach the end do it over again. I say yeah yeah. I say yeah yeah. There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch, do the velcro fly, do the velcro fly. - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard |
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1970's version "I said lord take me downtown, I'm just looking for some tush"
2006 version "I said lord take me downtown, I'm just looking for some pie" |
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Looking at all the replies, I have forgotten how many great old songs they made.
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Yeah baby!! headbang.gif |
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"...she might get out a night stick...and hurt me real, real bad...by the roadside, in the ditch."
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