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"