Letras
Eh heh heh
Welcome to Mos Espa, baby
Where the sand gets in your wings and your wallet
I'm Watto! (flaps wings)
Let's make some deals, yeah?
I'm the king of the junkyard, dealin' in dreams,
Got droids, podracers, and half-baked schemes.
No Jedi mind tricks I'm immune to that,
You flashin' hand signs? Boy, I laugh at that
Born in the dirt, under two bright beams,
Twin suns cookin' up my Tatooine dreams.
Anakin was my padawan well, kinda,
Till Qui-Gon rolled in, thought he's some kinda finder
But I'm still here, wings buzzin' in the breeze,
Countin' credits in the shade, yeah, I live with ease
I got deals so sweet, make a Jawa sneeze,
Sayin', "Watto, my guy, hook me up, please!"
(Twin suns burnin', I don't need no bling!)
I'm flyin' through the dust with a golden ring
(Junkyard king, yeah, hear me sing!)
"Eh heh heh!" I'm the real Mos Espa king
(Two suns, one boss, gotta pay my fee!)
Don't try no tricks, no foolin' me
(Twin suns burnin', I'm the desert's beat!)
From dawn to dusk, it's Watto's street
Podraces runnin', bets on the line,
I take your credits, yeah, every time
Sandstorms comin'? I don't break a sweat,
You see these wings? I'm dry, not wet
I trade scrap to Hutts, deal spice to Tharks,
Sellin' droids with hearts, and ships with sparks
I know every crook from here to Beggar's Canyon,
You want a part? I'm the parts companion
Don't talk to me about Republic regs,
I been hustlin' hard since I hatched from eggs
From Sebulba's flames to Skywalker's speed,
Watto got the goods, yeah, I plant the seed
(Twin suns burnin', I don't need no bling!)
I'm flyin' through the dust with a golden ring
(Junkyard king, yeah, hear me sing!)
"Eh heh heh!" I'm the real Mos Espa king
(Two suns, one boss, gotta pay my fee!)
Don't try no tricks, no foolin' me
(Twin suns burnin', I'm the desert's beat!)