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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 heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the Captain's clothes Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros Yo soy un disco cabrado Yo tengo chicle en cerabo Translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain" BR> 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 the mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man 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 cabrado Yo tengo chicle en cerabo Translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain" Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of 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 razor blade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems using the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly worms Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds Yo soy un disco cabrado Yo tengo chicle en cerabo Translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain" "Who are you?" "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm" "Why did you come here?" "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe" more free lyrics |