"Hotwax" lyrics - BECK

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwashed 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 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
Shocked 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 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 chainsmoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you got the hot wax residues
You never lose in your razor blade 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 I'm flipping like birds

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

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