Squank
Composer(s): Billy Gibbons - Bill Ham - Dusty Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top



Woman, grab your children, run and hide
Don't let it catch up with you
You gotta fight it to stay alive
and if it gets you, man, you're through

It smells so rotten and rank
Well, everybody calls it the squank

It's sick, depressin, gettin' bigger all the time
Don't help it any way you can
It's grey and brown and sometimes lime
and it's spreadin' all over the land

And soon we'll be all breathin' out of tanks
if somethin' ain't done about the squank

The meanest thing the world's ever bred
by me and you and my kinfold too
A monster can't live unless it's fed
and it's being fed by me and you
And soon it's gonna leave the world blank
and we'll all be erased by the squank