Evil Louie

 Some say the state of Texas
 Could [bad word] the entire human population
 Five point six billion versions of the [bad word]  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 
 [bad word] 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