Now let's you just drop them pants drop?
Just take 'em right off
Come on Squeal! Squeal!
Just take 'em right off
Come on Squeal! Squeal!
Come on! Squeal! Squeal!
(and other assorted squeals and cowboy sounds)
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.
Where is a lawman, there is a lawman.
Who is the right, and who is the wrong man.
It doesn't take much to kill a guy.
Don't get in my face and ask me why
Texas is the place
Hang 'em high!
Beers, steers, and queers
Beers, steers, and queers
Squeal
Texas is full of women and willing
Eyes too close, filthy hillbillies
Who are these people, raised in barns
Ghouls and fools, sex on farms.
Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown
You're full of shit, destined to go down
Let's go down and 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
Beers, steers, and queers
Now let's you just drop them pants
Now let's you just drop them pants
Cowboy
Cowboy
Cowboy
Cowboy
Come on
I've spent my life, co kicking shit
Not gonna give up, ain't about to quit.
Life is a bucket bluff
Getting rough, feeding stuff
Get in my way,
I'll knock you off
Beers, steers, and queers
Beers, steers, and queers
I'm a crazy mother in a drunken state
A redneck ass wipe who thinks he's great
So full of shit, diarrhea for fingers
Everywhere I go, personality lingers
Say you don't like my dialect
I don't give a damn, so fuck your respect
If you're looking for a reason, don't look any farther
Cause I'll give it to you baby, like your inbred father
Take what you get if it does the job
Texas has religion
Revolting Cocks are God!
What they call it? The Revolting Cocks
Beers, steers, and queers
Cowboy
Beers, steers, and queers
This is out of the house, and out of the house music
I am the creator
Cowboy
This is out of the house, and out of the house music
I am the creator
Cowboy
I am the creator
Cowboy
This is out of the house, and out of the house music
I am the creator
Cowboy
This is out of the house, and out of the house music
I am the creator
Cowboy
This is out of the house, and out of the house music
I am the creator
Cowboy
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Cowboy
He he he
Well, you're a city boy ain't ya (looking pretty boy)
City Slicker
(spits) (looking real good sure is)
Drop your goddamn britches (whoo, sure is pretty ain't he)
Damn I'm a make you squeal (I like this one. Let's get it!)
Drop them britches, come on now (Let's get it!)
Come on! Make you squeal like a pig, boy!
Squeal now, come on, whee!
(squeals)
You want it
You have it
Caught kicking ass (from a straight jacket)
Yee-haw!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Jugs for nuggets
I love it
Stick a bottle up your ass
And then unplug it
Who-haw!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Don't come crying
I don't explain
The trouble I make
My moves I break
Tell you right now, my shit stinks
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
Beers! Steers! and Queers!
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks
The Revolting Cocks