Give It Up
I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet Vegas and they took my clothes.
I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff,
I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough?
You got to give it up,
Give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
Well there's a few more things you should know about me,
I trained trigger single-handedly.
I invented see-through negligees,
And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate.
You got to give it up,
You got to give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
I fell in love down in Mexico,
Thunderbird wine's the only way to go.
I been in love ten thousand times,
All you got to do is remember my line.
Ríndete
Aposté en el derby y gané por un pelo,
Aposté en Las Vegas y se llevaron mi ropa.
Aposté en Monte Carlo mostrando lo mío,
Aposté por ti, nena, ¿no es suficiente?
Tienes que rendirte,
Ríndete, nena.
Ríndete.
Tienes que rendirte, nena, dime dónde está.
Bueno, hay algunas cosas más que deberías saber sobre mí,
Entrené a Trigger yo solo.
Inventé los negligés transparentes,
Y compré el platillo volador de la finca de Presley.
Tienes que rendirte,
Tienes que rendirte, nena.
Ríndete.
Tienes que rendirte, nena, dime dónde está.
Me enamoré en México,
El vino Thunderbird es la única forma de ir.
He estado enamorado diez mil veces,
Todo lo que tienes que hacer es recordar mi línea.
Escrita por: Billy Gibbons / Dusty Hill / Frank Beard