White Stripes – Icky Thump scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 Yah-Hee, 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 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.