
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
Theres no going back
Its a lie, its a fact
Has the cat got your tongue
Been too long in the sun
Theres dust on your tracks
Theres no going back
Come to think of its a load of monkeys
Every time you listen to your sun kissed lovers words
Evil louie is tomorrows sadness
Its a game of madness in a perfect world
Some would say french cuisines more appealing
Than a cold drink, burgers and fries
Some have said that a pillar of society
An upright citizens 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 dont stand a change
With his pants around his ankles
Has the cat got your tongue
Been too long in the sun
Theres dust on your tracks
Theres no going back