歌词
Back up in the woods of Tennessee
Lived a young boy named Nicolas Lee
But folks all called him Steaklas
'Cause he made really good steaks! (Hah!)
And on the day he became a man
Moved out to Texas and bought 'im some land
Built himself a cattle ranch
That was one amazing place
He discovered himself a special technique
Make your mouth water, make your knees weak
Steaks so good you'd slap ya mama!
(But then she'd slap ya back)
He opened a steakhouse there in town
And pretty soon, the word got around
And everybody said, "Lord almighty
This boy has got a knack!"
And if you care to find him
Remember this one thing
'Round these parts, if you want Steaklas
He is called the king!
All hail Steaklas, king of the Houston steaks!
Just come on down to Texas
And sample the goodness that he makes
And if you don't believe us
That this boy's got what it takes
There's never been a heifer that tastes any better
Than the ones ol' Steaklas makes!
Well, time went on and business changed
It ain't too easy out on the range
Mom and pop stores shut their doors
When big corporations came around
Next thing you knew and without any warning
There were corporate steakhouses on every corner
Drivin' all the local business
Right down into the ground
Well, Steaklas got mad and he clenched his fist
And said "Hey now, I won't stand for this!"
"Ain't nobody gonna put my cattle ranch outta commision!"
So he called out the company, said "Let's make a deal"
"I challenge y'all to make a better meal"
"And the loser has to leave town for good after this competition!"
So they arranged a cook off
A show of art and skill
But Steaklas wasn't bluffing
He was ready for the kill!
All hail Steaklas, king of the Houston steaks!
Just come on down to Texas
And sample the goodness that he makes
And if you don't believe us
That this boy's got what it takes
There's never been a heifer that tastes any better
Than the ones ol' Steaklas makes!
So Steaklas walked up to the grill
There was fire in his eyes
He was confident he'd win this thing
He knew it was do or die
Them city boys, they laughed at him
Said, "No way you can win!"
So Steaklas smiled, tipped his hat
And said, "Let the games begin!"
Well, when it was over, as you prob'ly guessed
Seemed the issue'd been put to rest
Them corporate steaks was pretty good
But they just could not compete
Whether baked or broiled or grilled or fried
I tell you there's not a man alive
That even stood a chance of topping
The magic of that meat
Well, the companies tried, they had their chance
But looked like Steaklas was keepin' his ranch
Them corporate suits said
"Well, looks like you got lucky today"
Steaklas said, "Boy, that ain't luck, it's skill
Nobody's gonna beat me on my grill!
But y'all are welcome to come on back
Next time you're in the mood to play!"
So next time you're in Texas
And you're hungry for the best
Make sure you come and get the only
Steak that's stood the test!
All hail Steaklas, king of the Houston steaks!
Just come on down to Texas
And sample the goodness that he makes
And if you don't believe us
That this boy's got what it takes
There's never been a heifer that tastes any better
Than the ones ol' Steaklas makes! (Say it again!)
All hail Steaklas, king of the Houston steaks!
Just come on down to Texas
And sample the goodness that he makes
And if you don't believe us
That this boy's got what it takes
There's never been a heifer that tastes any better
Than the ones ol' Steaklas makes!