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This is a topic from the Song Lyrics forum on inthe00s.
Subject: What is this song?
Written By: SisterGirl on 12/30/02 at 05:06 a.m.
It's by Beck, and there are some lyrics that say:
Beautiful Air Conditioned
Sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hitman 8)
What is the name of this song? Which album is it on?
Subject: Re: What is this song?
Written By: FOXVOX on 12/30/02 at 07:08 p.m.
Beck
Odelay (1996)
"Hotwax"
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
In my radio smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros
Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
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 spicing 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 marshalls getting busy with ease
Because I get down I get down
I get down all the way
Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
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 hotwax residues
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using the souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly worms
Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
girl: 'who are you?'
man: 'I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm.'
girl: 'why did you come here?'
man: 'I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe....'
Chorus Translation: 'I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain'