It takes a backwash man to sing a backwashed song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band'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 Tender horns 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 Cadillac pants going much too fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service, and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger, spice in 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 honchos 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 of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chainsmoke 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 Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro
Who are you? I am the enchanting wizard of Rhythm Why did you come here? I came to tell you about the rhythms of the universeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
