Pachuco Cadaver - Captain Beefheart

When she wears her bolero

Then she begin to dance

All the pachucos start with holdin' hands

When she drives her Chevy

Sissy’s don’t dare to glance

Yellow jackets 'n' red debbles

Buzzin' 'round her hair hive ho

She wears her past like a present

Takes her fancy in the past

Her sedan skims along the floorboard

Her two pipes hummin' carbon cum

Got her wheel out of a B-29 Bomber

Brodey knob amber

Spanish fringe 'n' talcum tazzles

Forever amber

She looks like an old squaw Indian

She 99 she won’t go down

Avocado green, alfalfa yellow

Adorn her to the ground

Tattoos 'n tarnished utenzles

A snow white bag full o' tunes

Drives a cartune, drives a cartune around

Broma' seltzer blue umbrella

Keeps her up off the ground

Round red sombreros

Wrap her high tap horsey shoes

When she unfolds her umbrella

Pachucos got the blues

Her lovin' makes me so happy

If I smiled I’d crack my chin

Her eyes are so peaceful

Thinks it’s heaven she been

Her skin is as smooth as the daisies

In the center where the sun shines in

Smiles as sweet as honey

Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in

When she walks, flowers surround her

Let their nectar come in to the air around her

She loves her love sticks out like stars

Her lovin' sticks out like stars