Альбом  "Icky Thump", 2007 год.

Yah-hee, icky thum
Who'd-a thunk? 
Sittin' drunk 
On a wagon to Mexico 

Her hair, what a chump 
And my head 
Got a bump 
When I hit it on the radio 

Red-head seсorita 
Lookin' dead 
Came to said, 
"I need a bed" en espaсol 

So I gave a drink of water 
I'm gonna sing around the collar 
Well, I don't need a microphone 

Icky thump, with the lump 
In my throat 
Grab my coat 
And now it's reckon 
I was ready to go 

Yeah, I swam beside the hair 
She had one white eye 
One blank stare 
Lookin' up, lyin' there 

On a stand in her hair 
Was a candy cane 
Black rum, sugar cane 
Dry eye, somethin' strange! 

La la, la la la la la la la la la laaa laaa laaa 

Well, Americans: 
What, nothin' 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 
And there was nobody else 

Left alone 
I hit myself with a stone 
Went home 
And learned how to clean up after myself