Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hotwax, artist - Beck. Date of issue: 17.06.1996
Song language: English
Hotwax |
| 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 |
| In 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 |
| Tender horns blowing' in my jury 'fros |
| Yo soy un disco quebrado |
| Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro* |
| 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, spots on 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 me |
| Because I get down I get down |
| I get down all the way |
| Yo soy un disco quebrado |
| Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro* |
| Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders |
| Western Unions of the country westerns |
| Silver foxes looking for romance |
| In the chain-smoke |
| Kansas flash dance 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 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 el cerebro |
| «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…» |