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It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while a bear's taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels till my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi 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
Spice in 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 ease
Because I get down
I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance

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 hot wax 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 mi 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

NOTES:
Chorus translation: "I'm a broken record, I have bubblegum in my brain"

APPEARS ON:
Odelay

YEAR RELEASED:
1996

DATE RECORDED:
1994 - 1995

LENGTH:
3:49

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

MIXED BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

STUDIO:
PCP Labs

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Slide Guitar, Keyboards, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica

The Dust Brothers
Beats

Ross Harris
The Wizard

SAMPLES:
"Song For Aretha" by Pretty Perdie
"Up On The Hill" by Monk Higgins & The Specialties
"Bubble Gum" by Mr. Loco

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while a bear's taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels till my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi 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
Spice in 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 ease
Because I get down
I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance

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 hot wax 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 mi 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

NOTES:
This version has double-tracked vocals and appears on the deluxe version of "Odelay."

YEAR RELEASED:
2008

LENGTH:
3:49

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

MIXED BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

STUDIO:
PCP Labs

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Slide Guitar, Keyboards, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica

The Dust Brothers
Beats

Ross Harris
The Wizard

SAMPLES:
"Song For Aretha" by Pretty Perdie
"Up On The Hill" by Monk Higgins & The Specialties
"Bubble Gum" by Mr. Loco

Alright are y'all ready for the hotwax flavor?
Alright make it lonesome Smokestack
Come on Ventura
I wanna see y'all give it up

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like the frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels till my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro
Yeah

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 the mack
Shocked my finger
Spice in 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 mi cerebro

Dance dance dance

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 hot wax 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 mi cerebro
Yeah

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

Listen up
I get down
I get down
I get down all the way
I get down
I get down
I get down all the way
I get down
I get down
I get down all the way
I get down
I get down
I get down all the way

NOTES:
Live version recorded at the Ventura Theater

APPEARS ON:
1997 Pinkpop Sampler
Most Wanted Festival Acts '97

YEAR RELEASED:
1997

DATE RECORDED:
October 12th 1996

LENGTH:
4:42

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
The Dust Brothers

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

Smokey Hormel
Acoustic Slide Guitar

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass

Joey Waronker
Drums

This is some west coast flavor
Kick it in for the geets

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving your pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels till my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Can't believe my way back when
Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack
Shocked my finger
Spice in my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-condition
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
All the way
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance dance dance

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Country westerns of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you got the hot wax 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 mi 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

You're good
You're good
I get down
I get down
You're good
I get down all the way
You're good
I get down
I get down
I get down all the way
You're good

Word up
Do I have to come out and kiss every single one of you
You're all shy
Alright
We should probably get to know each other first
I'll let you take me out to dinner
If you think you can roll with a diva
Seventeen-octave range
That's a lot
Did I ever mention
I don't
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
That shit'll put Celine Dion in a headlock

NOTES:
Live recording from Glasgow, Scotland.

APPEARS ON:
In Concert 820

YEAR RELEASED:
2000

DATE RECORDED:
March 25th 2000

LENGTH:
4:12

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Lyle Workman
Electric Guitar, Background Vocals

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass, Background Vocals

Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards, Background Vocals

Victor Indrizzo
Drums

David Brown
Saxophone

David Ralicke
Trombone

Jon Birdsong
Trumpet

Glenys Rogers
Background Vocals

Johari Funches-Penny
Background Vocals

DJ Swamp
Scratching

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