מילים לשיר Hotwax – Beck

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwashed song
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
And I like pianos in the evening sun
in the grass And my radio's smashed
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Tin horns blowing with my jewelry fros
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Yo soy un disco cabradoYo tengo chicle en cerabo
I can't believe my way back when
Community service and I'm still the mack
My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Shocked my finger spicing my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful airFace down in the guarantees
Wishing I was living like a hit man
Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease
Because I get down I get down I get down all the way
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
Yo soy un disco cabradoSawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western Unions of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
And you got the hotwax residues
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using the souls
Stealing pesos out of my brain
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 cabradowho are you?
I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe
why did you come here? *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain".