"Now, let's you just drop them pants."
"...Drop?"
"Just take 'em right off."
"Come on, squeal! Squeal! EEEEEEEE!"

Minds are empty, heads are hollow.
You might find out the truth is hard to swallow.
There's a place down there, where heads are square.
Laws are tough, and you are bare.
There is a law and there is a lawman.
Who is the right, and who is the wrong man.

It doesn't take much to kill that guy.
Don't get in my face and ask me why...
Texas is the place.
HANG 'EM HIGH!!!!

Beers, steers, and queers.

Texas is full of women and willing,
Eyes too close, ...
Who are these people, raised in bars,
..., sex on farms.
Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown,
You're full of shit, destined to go down.

Let's go down, herd 'em up.
If you agree, then let's word 'em up.
And if you don't...
THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Beers, steers, and queers.

"Now, let's you just drop them pants."

I've spent my life, go kicking shit,
Not gonna give up, ain't about to quit.
Life is a bucket of ...,
Gettin' rough, feeding stock.
Get in my way,
I'LL KNOCK YOU OFF.

Beers, steers, and queers.

I'm a crazy mother in a drunken state,
A redneck asswipe who thinks he's great,
So full of shit, diarrhea for fingers,
Everywhere I go, personality lingers.
Say you don't like...
I don't give a damn, so fuck your respect.
If you're looking for a reason, don't go any farther,
'cause I'll give it to you baby, like to your grandmother.
Take what you get if it does the job,
Texas has religion...
REVOLTING COCKS ARE GOD!!!

"What did they call it?"
"The Revolting Cocks."

Beers, steers, and queers.

"This is our house, and our house music. I am the creator!"

Writer : LUC VAN ACKER, AL JOURGENSEN, PAUL BARKER, BILL RIFLIN, CHRIS CONNELY
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS