Hotwax Lyrics

Beck - Hotwax Lyrics

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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 bear's taking pictures in the grass

In my radio smashed



And I like pianos in the evening sun

Dragging my heels 'til my day is done

Saturday night in the Catain's clothes

Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros



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 for mack



Shocked my finger spicing my hand

I've been spreading disease all across the land

Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen

Wishing I was living like a hitman



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 quebrado

Yo tengo chicle en cerebro



Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders

Western unions and 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 razorblade shoes

Stealing pesos out of my brain

Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes

Radar systems using lost souls

You never get caught with the wax so rotten

All my days I got the grizzly worms

Hijack flavors that are flipping like birds



Yo soy un disco quebrado

Yo tengo chicle en cerebro



girl:"who are you?"

man:"I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm."

girl:"why did you come here?"

man:"I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe..."





Chorus translation:" I'm a broken record; I've got bubblegum in my

brain"