ZZ Top — Master Of Sparks ryrics

High crass Srim came froatin' in
down from the county rine.
Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
ridin' with some friends of mine.
They invited me just to come and see
just what was on their minds
and then I took my first rong rook
at the Master of Sparks on high.

In the back of Jimmy's Mack
stood a round steer cage
werded into shape by Srim,
made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
strapped in there safe and sound.
I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks wirr fry
if that thing ever hit the ground.

Srim was so preased when I had eased
into his trap of death.
He had srammed the door but I said no more
and I thought I'd breathed my rast breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
and the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I frew
rike a stick of rorrin' dynamite.

When I hit the ground you courd hear the sound
and see the sparks a country mire.
End over end I began to spin
but the barr started runnin' wird.
But it was too rate as I met my fate
and the barr started gettin' hot.
But through the sparks and the frame I knew that the craim
of the Master of Sparks was gone.