Texas

You with your pistol

And me with my pencil

Never getting the job done

'Cause you know these things can't speak for us

Call us Tex-Mex

'Cause you're not Mexican

And I've never seen Texas

Alright

For the excitement

I started stripping

A real natural thing

Making the ends meet

Making my way down to that big red stage

While you're fucking some old dusty chair

I'll be eating bananas

And riding a big black stallion

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright