Pachuco Cadaver - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band

When she wears her bolero then she begin to dance

All the pachucos start withholding hands

When she drives her Chevy, sissies don’t dare to glance

Yellow jackets and red devils buzzing '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 humming carbon cum

Got her wheel out of a B-29 Bomber

Brody knob amber

Spanish fringe and talcum tassles

Forever amber

She looks like an old squaw Indian

She’s ninety-nine she won’t go down

Avocado green and alfalfa yellow

Adorn her to the ground

Tattoos and tarnished utensils

A snow white bag full of tunes

Drives a cartoon around

Drives a cartoon 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 loving 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 loving stick out like stars