Some say the state of Texas Could accommodate the entire human population Five point six billion versions of the truth Under one roof, some revelation Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat There's no going back It's a lie, it's a fact Has the cat got your tongue Been too long in the sun There's dust on your tracks There's no going back
Come to think of it's a load of monkeys Every time you listen to your sun kissed lover's words Evil Louie is tomorrow's sadness It's a game of madness in a perfect world
Some would say French cuisine's more appealing Than a cold drink, burgers and fries Some have said that a pillar of society An upright citizen's incapable of lust and crime Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat But he don't stand a change With his pants around his ankles Has the cat got your tongue Been too long in the sun There's dust on your tracks There's no going back
