Beck Hotwax
It takes A backwash man to sing a backwash song like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heels 'til my day is done Saturday night in the Catain's clothes Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en cerebro I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants going much too fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still for mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I've been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hitman Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease Because I get down, I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en cerebro Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western unions and the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razorblade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems using lost souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly worms Hijack flavors that are flipping like birds Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en cerebro girl:\"who are you?\" man:\"I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm.\" girl:\"why did you come here?\" man:\"I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...\" Chorus translation:\" I'm a broken record; I've got bubblegum in my brain\"
