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 cabrado*. Yo tengo chicle en cerabo. 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 cabrado*. Yo tengo chicle en cerabo. 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 razor blade 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 cabrado*. Yo tengo chicle en cerabo. 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. *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain"