Hotwax lyrics

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass and my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun, dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes, tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze
Yo soy un disco quebrado... yo tengo chicle en 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
Shocking my finger, spicing my hand, I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful, air-conditioned, sittin' in the kitchen wishin' I was livin' like a hitman
Face down in the guarantees, jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with ease
'Cause 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 their chainsmoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you've 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 piercing the souls, you never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly words, hijacked flavors that are flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco quebrado... yo tengo chicle en cerebro

Who are you?
I am the enchanting wizard of rhythm.
Why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe.