LAST DANCE AT THE NUTS

Lyrics

[Intro – dirty, heavy Texas blues-rock riff] [Verse 1] Saturday night, garage door open wide, I was shining up the chrome on my favorite ride. Texas dirt rock shaking every window down the street, V8 rumbling underneath me like a heartbeat. I polished every inch till I could see my face, Black paint shining like it owned the damn place. Always thought my car was the sexiest thing alive, Then I killed the motor — thought I'd go out for the night. [Pre-Chorus] Left my baby sitting underneath the garage light, Said, “Don't worry, girl, I'll be back tonight.” Never knew another kind of trouble waited up ahead, At a little neon joint called The Nuts instead. [Chorus] Don't show me your legs, I still gotta drive, You're making it hard just to think straight tonight. My hands need the wheel, my head needs a break, Girl, one more dance is all I can take. Don't show me your legs, don't mess with my mind, I left the sexiest machine in Texas behind. I know where I'm going, but I ain't sure I'll arrive — Don't show me your legs, I still gotta drive. [Heavy riff] [Verse 2] Whiskey on the bar, thought I'd only have one, Then you walked through the room and my thinking was done. Those heels caught the light like the chrome on my ride, And those legs made my horsepower swallow its pride. I said, “What the hell is happening to me?” Never thought I'd find something prettier to see. Spent half my damn life making that old engine shine, Now I'm staring at your legs and forgetting what's mine. [Pre-Chorus] Then you leaned in close and said, “You like what you see?” I said, “Girl, you're causing mechanical trouble in me.” She smiled and said, “Relax, cowboy, you'll survive.” I said, “Easy for you — I still gotta drive.” [Chorus] Don't show me your legs, I still gotta drive, You're making it hard just to think straight tonight. My hands need the wheel, my head needs a break, Girl, one more dance is all I can take. Don't show me your legs, don't mess with my mind, I left the sexiest machine in Texas behind. I know where I'm going, but I ain't sure I'll arrive — Don't show me your legs, I still gotta drive. [Bridge – riff gets slower, heavier] She said, “One last dance?” I said, “Girl, that's cruel.” She said, “Thought you liked these legs.” I said, “Yeah… that's the problem, too.” She turned around slowly, those heels shining bright — And every good decision left my brain that night. [Band builds hard] [Sudden rim click] [Fast tumbling drum fill across snare and toms, accelerating downward] [Hard floor-tom hit] [Short screaming amplifier feedback] [Single sharp handclap] [Dead silence – two beats] [Spoken – low, dry voice] “Well, hell… there goes your heel.” [Pause] “Hey, get up, girl. Break the other one too.” [Band slowly comes back, like a tape machine winding up to full speed] [Outro] Those shoes ain't worth a damn, but those stockings'll do, I got a badass idea — and it starts with you. Come on home, girl — forget that broken heel, I've got a job back there that'll make us both feel real. [Brief stop] [Spoken/sung – deep and dirty] “We'll put those damn things to work on my chrome.” [No more vocals] [Four massive drum hits] [Huge cymbal crash – rings out] [Single crushing low bass hit] [END]