IIIIIIEEEEEEE
icky thump
who'da thunk?
sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico.

ahh well
what a chump
well my head got a bump
when I hit it on the radio.

redhead senorita
looking dead
came and said
"Need a bed?"
en Español.

I said
"Gimme a drink a water
I'm gonna 'sing around the collar
and I don't need a microphone."

icky thump
with a lump in my throat
grabbed my coat
and now it's reckon
I was ready to go!

and I swear
besides the head
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 (and) 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.