Degüello
Album - 27 agosto 1979 - Debaser id 39544

You didnt have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.

You didnt have to squeeze me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.

If you took your love to somewhere else
I wouldnt know what it meant to be loved to death
You made me feel like Ive never felt
Kisses so good I had to holler for help

You didnt have to squeeze me but you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.

You didnt have to hold me but you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.

Every day was something new,
You pull out your bag and your fine to-do
You got me trying new things too
Just so I can keep up with you.

You didnt have to shake me like you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.

You didnt have to make it like you did
But you did but you did
And I thank you.

All my life Ive been shortchanged
Without your love baby, its a crying shame
And now I know what the fellas are talking about
When they say that they been turned out

I want to thank you
Thank you
Thank you baby
Oh baby
Got to say

You didnt have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.

You didnt have to hold me like you did
But you did, but you did.


Thank you
Baby
Baby
Thank! Ive! Got! Ive got to
Thank you baby

{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.

Is it you again outside,
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough,
Now you're coming' back for more,
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.
Now I don't mind when you send money
and bring your girlfriends with you,
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
and handle less than two?
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright, baby.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.
Now I'm tellin' everybody
It seems too good to be true:
Sweet things can always get sweeter.
I know mine did, how about you?
Yes, it's alright.
I said, yes it is, that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe

You want to race?
If you insist.
At that price, I can't resist.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Tonight it ain't right,
I got to have me a week.
But I'll be back for you, Jack,
and I'll let the machine speak.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Showdown? You bet.
And I haven't saddled my pony yet.
Have mercy, Miss Percy.
I done put the coon tune on this bet.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Well there comes Lola, out of control-a:
She just loves those rhythm and blues.
And miss Ivy will be arriving;
in leopard skin tights she's willing to cruise.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
SO FOR SOME BREAD COME DO YOUR HEAD AND GET LOW DOWN IN THE STREET.


There's Jimmy and Jojo, there's Kim and Keith,
Way outside the eyes of cool.
And sweet M.B., and there's little G.B.
Everybody wants to be their fool.

It's a fiend scene and it happens here ev'ry week.
So roam on in, it ain't no sin to get low down in the street.

Some nights are lonely, some nights are lazy,
but ain't nobody try and slip away.
They'll make you loose. They'll make you crazy.
Know what I mean, what you say, what you say.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
So roam on in, it ain't no sin to get low down in the street.

I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight
I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight
I put the needle in the groove, baby while you douse the lights.

I play it on your dresser, play it upside your wall
I play it in your kitchen, even play it in your hall
I play it anywhere you want it, any old time at all.

Hi fi lo fi no fi's just fine with me.
Hi fi lo fi no fi's just fine with me.
And if you want to give me stereo first give me vitamin E.
I got your name and your number.

When you wake 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 the 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 Levi's 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 they 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