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Icky Thump Video (MV)




Performed By: The White Stripes
Length: 4:14
Written by: John Anthony White




The White Stripes - Icky Thump Lyrics
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Ah, icky thump
Who'd a thunk?
Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico

Ah, well
What a chump
Man my head got a bump
When I hit it on the radio

Redhead señorita
Lookin' dead
Came and said
Need a bed in Español

Said, gimme a drink of water
I'm gonna sing around the collar
And I don't need a microphone

Icky thump
With the lump in my throat
Grab my coat
And I was freaking
I was ready to go

Yeah, 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

White Americans
What, nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too

Who's usin' 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
There was nobody else

Left alone
I hit myself with a stone
Went home
And learned how to clean up after myself
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Ah, icky thump
Who'd a thunk?
Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico

Ah, well
What a chump
Man my head got a bump
When I hit it on the radio

Redhead señorita
Lookin' dead
Came and said
Need a bed in Español

Said, gimme a drink of water
I'm gonna sing around the collar
And I don't need a microphone

Icky thump
With the lump in my throat
Grab my coat
And I was freaking
I was ready to go

Yeah, 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

White Americans
What, nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too

Who's usin' 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
There was nobody else

Left alone
I hit myself with a stone
Went home
And learned how to clean up after myself
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Writer: John Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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