Rhythmeen

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 Tchopatoulis

Rhythmeen up everything

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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