It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's 
Taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evenin' sun
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with 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
Shock in 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 gettin' 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 and the plaid bartenders
Western Unions with 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 peircing 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'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm
why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about 
The rhythms of the universe