Baje Con Los Locos

[Verse 1]

¡Baje con los locos!

Why does the bad luck chase me around

And nip at my cuffs

Like a psychotic Japanese chihuahua

(Chi-wa-wa, chi-wa-wa, chi-wa-wa)

That's right, a chihuahua-wa-wa

What can I do?

[Verse 2]

I tried nasty little phrases

And repellent creams

Stole Mondale's bulletproof limousine

I wrote in lazy español

But I think she only speaks in jazz

(Como el Satchmo)

Da-boom-di-ba, dyah!

[instrumental break]

[Verse 3]

I wish I had a brain in my head

Then I could tell when I'm lying

And tell when I'm telling the truth

Wait, is this a candid observation -

Or a calculated gift for the myth I've created

That's based on a story that could eat me alive

As quick as thе noon is high

Narrated by Charole and hispanic retro-ghеtto jive

Give me five

[Pre-Chorus]

Sixteen seconds ago

They fell fell back and was over then

Now she's dragging me down

Slap my hands on the chalk again

[Chorus]x2

Let me kill you

Crazy eyes, crazy hands

I want it over, under

Your safety's falling

Like a goddamn shark attack

[Bridge]

Like a goddamn shark attack

(incomprehensible hyperactive screams)

I believe she said, "Kiss me"

Kiss me, you jacked up jerk

Kiss me, you jacked up jerk

Kiss me, you jacked up(?) up son of a cutthroat bambito-kapow

(Besame tu manatada)

I guess you like me now

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]x2