Hotwax Songtext / Lyric

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire?s gone
Driving my pig while a bear?s taking pictures in the grass
And my radio?s smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels ?til my day is done
Saturday night in the captain?s clothes
Tinhorns blowing when my jewelry froze Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I can?t believe my way back when
My cadillacpoants going much too fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I?m still the mack
Shock my finger, spice in my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-condition, sittin? in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced honchos getting busy with me
Because I get down, I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

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 hot wax residues
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the alamo lanes
Radar systems piercing the souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly words
Hijack flavors
That I?m flippin like birds

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Who are you?
I?m the enchanting wizard of rhythm
Why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about the rythms of the universe