It takes a backwash man to sing a backwashed song   Like a frying 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 evening sun   Dragging my heals 'til my day is done   Saturday night in the Captain's clothes   Tin horns blowing with my jewelry fros      Yo soy un disco quebrado   Yo tengo chicle en cerebro      I can't believe my way back when   My Cadillac pants going much to fast   Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack   Community service and I'm still the mack   Shocked my finger spicing 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 marshalls 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 chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants   And you got the hotwax residues   You never lose in your razorblade shoes   Stealing pesos out of my brain   Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes      Radar systems using 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 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