Yahee, 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. So I gave a drink of water. I'm gonna sing around the collar. Well, I don't need a microphone. Icky Thump, with the lump. In my throat. Grab 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 eye, somethin' strange! La la, la la la la la la la la la laa laa la.. Well, Americans. What, nothin' 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.
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