HOTWAX

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone drivin' my pig while the bears takin' pictures in the grass an my radio's smashed and I got pianos in the evenin' sun draggin' my heels 'til my day is done Saturday night in the cap'n's clothes tin horns blowin' when my jeweler froze Yo soy un disco que brado Yo tengo chicle en me cerebro Can't believe my way back when my cadillac pants goin' 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 spreadin' disease all across the land beautiful air condition sittin' in the kitchen wishin' I was livin' like ???? Face down in the guarantees jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco que brado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western unions of the country westerns Silver foxes cookin' for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You'll never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealin' pesos outta my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems piercin' the souls You'll 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 que brado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro