icky thump
yah-hee, icky thump
who'd-a thunk?
sittin' drunk
on a wagon to mexico
her hair, what a chump
and my head
got a bump
when i hit it on the radio
red-head señorita
lookin' dead
came to said,
"i need a bed" en español
gimme a drink a water
i'm gonna sing around the collar
well, i don't need a microphone
[guitar solo]
[keyboard solo]
icky thump, with a lump
in my throat
grabbed my coat
and now it's reckon
i was ready to go
yeah, i swam beside the hair
she had one white eye
one blank stare
lookin' up, lyin' there
on a stand in her hair
was a candy cane
black rum, sugar cane
dry ice, somethin' strange!
la la, la la la la la la la la la laaa laaa laaa
[keyboard solo]
well, 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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