It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul

Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone

Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass

And my radio's smashed

And I like pianos in the evenin' sun

Draggin' my heals 'til my day is done

 

Saturday night in the captain's clothes

Tender horns blowin' 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 goin' much to fast

Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack

Community service and I'm still the mack

Shocked my finger spicin' my hand

I've been spreadin' disease all across the land

Beautiful air conditioned sittin' in the kitchen

Wishin' I was livin' like a hit man

 

Face down in the guarantees

Jaundiced honchos gettin' 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 mi cerebro

 

I'm an a** a** a**

 

I'm I'm I'm I'm an a** a** a**

 

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders

Western Unions of the country westerns

Silver foxes looking for romance

In the chain smoke Kansas flash dance a** pants

And you got the hotwax residues

You never lose in your razor blade shoes

Stealin' pesos out of my brain

Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes

Radar systems piercin' the souls

You never get caught with the wax so rotten

All my days I got the grizzly words

Hijacked 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 rhythms of the universe