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 blowin` 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 gettin` 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 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 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. *
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 have bubblegum in my brain"