[Verse 1]
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 smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jewelry froze
[Chorus]
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro
[Verse 2]
I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants growing much too fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack
Shocked my finger, spots on my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned
Sittin' in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hitman
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me
Because I get down, I get down
I get down all the way
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 smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jewelry froze
[Chorus]
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro
[Verse 2]
I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants growing much too fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack
Shocked my finger, spots on my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned
Sittin' in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hitman
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me
Because I get down, I get down
I get down all the way
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