Hotwax
Beck Lyrics


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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 marshal's 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 flash dance ass pants

And you got the hot wax 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

Who are you
I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm




Why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beck’s song “Hotwax” have a surreal and stream-of-consciousness quality to them, and it’s difficult to discern a cohesive narrative. However, there are some recurrent themes and images that stand out. The opening line – “It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song” – suggests that the singer is a bit of an outsider or an unconventional character. The following lines juxtapose images of domesticity and mundane routine (“Driving my pig”) with more wild and free associations (“the bear’s taking pictures in the grass”). The reference to a smashed radio reinforces this sense of disruption or fragmentation.


The second stanza shifts to a more romantic and nostalgic tone, with the singer expressing a fondness for pianos and a desire to drag his heels until the day is done. The reference to the “Captain’s clothes” and “tin horns” suggests a carnival or festive atmosphere. The following lines, which are in Spanish, literally translate to “I am a scratched record / I have gum in my head,” and further underscore the theme of fragmentation and distortion.


The rest of the song continues in a similarly disjointed and cryptic vein, with references to karaoke, community service, disease, and hijacked flavors. The song concludes with a dialogue between two characters, one of whom is introduced as “the enchanting wizard of rhythm” who has come to share the secrets of the universe. Overall, the lyrics of “Hotwax” suggest a world that is both familiar and surreal, mundane and magical, and fragmented yet interconnected.


Line by Line Meaning

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Only someone who lives a rough life can truly express their experiences through music


Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Feeling useless or empty, like a frying pan without a flame beneath it


Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
Going about your own business while others fool around or cause trouble nearby


In my radio smashed
Feeling disconnected or unable to escape the noise and chaos of the world


And I like pianos in the evening sun
Finding peace and beauty in simple, everyday experiences


Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Reluctant to face responsibilities, putting things off until the last moment


Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Dressing up for fun or to escape reality


Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros
Enjoying the energy and excitement of a lively crowd


Yo soy un disco cabrado
I am a scratched record


Yo tengo chicle en cerabo
I have gum in my brain


I can't believe my way back when
Reflecting on past experiences with disbelief or nostalgia


My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Feeling out of control or reckless


Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Finding unusual or dangerous ways to have fun


Community service and I'm still the mack
Maintaining pride and confidence even in difficult circumstances


Shocked my finger spicing my hand
Getting hurt or making a mistake due to carelessness or excitement


I been spreading disease all across the land
Negatively impacting others with one's actions or attitude


Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Feeling trapped or unfulfilled despite outward appearances


Wishing I was living like a hit man
Fantasizing about having power or control over others


Face down in the guarantees
Feeling defeated or overwhelmed, but still committed to one's plans or goals


Jaundiced marshal's getting busy with ease
Government officials or other authorities abusing their power, but seeming to enjoy it


Because I get down I get down
Being confident in one's abilities or successes


I get down all the way
Fully committed and enthusiastic about what you do


Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Stories or experiences shared by working-class, everyday people


Western Unions of the country westerns
Connecting with others, particularly through music or communication


Silver foxes looking for romance
Older individuals seeking love or companionship


In the chain smoke Kansas flash dance ass pants
In a chaotic or unfamiliar situation


And you got the hot wax residues
Being stuck in unpleasant or sticky situations


You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Being prepared or equipped to handle difficult or dangerous circumstances


Stealing pesos out of my brain
Feeling mentally or emotionally drained by stress or anxiety


Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Being warned or threatened by others, particularly in dangerous or difficult situations


Radar systems using the souls
Powers or institutions that seem to violate individual rights or freedoms


You never get caught with the wax so rotten
Avoiding blame or punishment for negative or immoral behavior


All my days I got the grizzly worms
Feeling burdened or weighed down by worries or insecurities


Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds
Taking control of or adjusting one's situation or environment


Who are you
Questioning someone's identity or intentions


I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm
Describing oneself in a grand or imaginative way


Why did you come here?
Asking someone the reason for their presence or actions


I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe
Sharing something profound or inspiring with others




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.,
Written by: Beck Hansen, John King, Michael Simpson

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