Rhythmeen lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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