“A while back I did a musical impression of Glenn Danzig and I thought I would offer-up another one. This is my impression of the weird, creepy voice in "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top.”
“Oh, it's so funny to be seeing you after so long girl
And from the way you look I understand
That you are not impressed
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress
I'm not gonna get to sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines
"cause I don't if you've been lovin' somebody
I only know it isn't mine
Oh Allison
I know this world is killing you
Oh Allison
My aim is true
So you got a husband now
Did he leave your pretty fingers
Lying in the wedding cake
You used to hold him right in your hand
I bet it took all he could take
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say
I think somebody better put out of the big light
"cause I can't stand to see you this way
Oh Allison
I know this world is killing you
Oh Allison
My aim is true
“Stuck a pin in your backbone, spoke it down from there
All I ever wanted was to be your spine
Lost your friction and you slid for a mile
Overdone, overdrive, overlive, override
You’re not the one who let me down
But thanks for offering
It’s not a voice and I’m not around
But thanks for picking it up on the radio
Sampled your rust from a faucet, I know
I’ve got a magnet in my head, a magnet in my head.
Extra thick, extra long, the way it was wasted
And there’s a chance that things’ll get weird
Yeah, that’s a possibility
Although I didn’t do anything
No, I didn’t do anything
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted was to be your spine
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted was to be your...
And a mouth kept shut and a tongue twist tie
You’re the web in front, you’re my favorite lie
You’re a buck in my lip, you’re a lash my eye
You’re the web in front, you're my favorite lie
Stuck a pin in your backbone
Spoke it down from there
All I ever wanted was to be your spine
I’ve got a magnet in my head, a magnet in my head
Extra thick, extra long, the way it was wasted
“Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
checkin my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler
(et, al)”