Iiiiiiiieeeeeee
Icky thump
Who'da thunk?
Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico.
Ah well,
What a chump
Well my head got a bump
When I hit it on the radio.
Redhead señorita
Looking dead
Came and said
"need a bed?"
En Español.
I said
"gimme a drink a water,
I'm gonna 'sing around the collar'
And I don't need a microphone."
[guitar solo]
[keyboard solo]
Icky thump
with a lump in my throat
Grabbed my coat
And I was freaking
I was ready to go!
And I swear
Besides the hair
She had one white eye,
One blank stare
Lookin' up
Lyin' there.
On the stand
near her hand
Was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane,
Dry ice (and) something strange.
La la, la la la la la la la la la laaa laaa laaa
[keyboard solo]
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
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This is my favorite part:
"White Americans, what?
Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too?"
 I EPISTAXIS I · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 05:54am · 0 Comments |
