IIIIIIIIEEEEEEE. Icky Thump. Who'da thunk?. Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico. Ahh well. What a chump. And my head. Got a bump. When I hit it on the radio. Redhead señorita. Lookin' dead. Came and said. "Need a bed?". En español. I said. "Gimme a drink of water. I'm gonna 'sing around the collar'. And I don't need a microphone". Icky thump. With the lump in my throat. Grab my coat. And I was freaking. I was ready to go!. And I swear. Beside the hair. She had one white eye. One Black (NK) stare. Lookin' up. Lyin' there. On the stand. Beside her hair. Was a candy cane. Black rum sugar cane. Dry ice something strange. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la. White Americans what?. Nothing better to do?. Why don't you kick yourself out. You're an immigrant too. Who's usin' who?. What should we do?. Well you can't be a pimp. And a prostitute too. Icky thump. Handcuffed to a bunk. Robbed blind. Looked around. And there was nobody else. Left alone. I hit myself with a stone. Went home and learned how. To clean up after myself