Texas Songtext
You with your pistol
And me with my pencil
Never getting my job done
Cause you know these things can speak for us
Colors and Texmex
Cause you're not Mexican
And I've never seen Texas
Alright!
Or the excitement I started stripping a real natural thing
Making the hands meet
Making my way down to that big rest..
While you're fucking some old dusty chair
I'll be eating bananas
And riding a big black stallion
Alright!
Alright!
Alright!
Alright!