who'd a thunk
sitting 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
im gonna sing around the collar
well i dont need a microphone
icky thump with a lump
in my throat
grabbed my coat
and now its 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
white americans what
nothing better to do
why dont you kick yourself out
youre an immigrant too
whos using who
what should we do
well you cant 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
