Yah-hee, icky thump
Who’da thunk?
Sittin’ drunk on a wagon to Mexico
Ah, well, what a chump
Well, my head got a bump when I hit it on the radio
Redhead señorita looking dead came and said
«Need a bed?», en español
I said, «Gimme a drink of water
I’m gonna sing around the colla’
And I don’t need a microphone.»
Icky thump with a lump in my throat
Grabbed my coat and I was freakin’, I was ready to go
And I swear besides the hair
She had one white eye, one blank stare
Lookin’ up, lyin’ there
On the stand near her hand was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, something strange
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
White Americans, what? Nothing better to do?
Why don’t you kick yourself out? You’re an immigrant, too
Who’s using 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
La, la, la, la, la, la, la