Master of Sparks - ZZ Top

High-Class Slim came floatin' in

Down from the county line

Just gettin' right on Saturday night

Ridin' with some friends of mine

They invited me to come and see

Just what was on their minds

And then I took my first long look

At the Master of Sparks on high

In the back of Jimmy's Mack

Stood a round steel cage

Welded into shape by Slim

Made out of seven-gauge

How fine they cried

now with you inside

Strapped in there safe and sound

I thought My oh my

How the sparks would fly

If that thing ever hit the ground

Slim was so pleased when I had eased

Into his trap of death

He had slammed the door

But he said no more

And I thought I'd breathed my last breath

We was out in the sticks down Highway Six

And the crowd was just about right

The speed was too so out I flew

Like a stick of rollin' dynamite

When I hit the ground you

could hear the sound

And see the sparks a country mile

End over end I began to spin

But the ball started runnin' wild

But it was too late as I met my fate

And the ball started gettin' hot

But through the sparks and the

Flame I knew how the claim

Of the Master of Sparks was got