Here we go
She's on a hidden tableau
Just a 2 for 1 and the 2 for 1
Is right down my alley side
I'm just a wasted behind

Don't you know
It's an easy thing
When it's lost
Doesn't show when

The ends are frayed
And it's tossed out
Lined with silver thread
I've seen your wasted behind

She's so lackadaisical
Should have been
west coast bride
Back seat on Electra Glide

Pilots flying, drive by fades
Don't hold your breath too long
This tunnel is a Texas mile
Callow teasing yellow eyes
Bleacher dates the second prize

Cherry pickin' favorites
My dash was locked
I guess I feel fine
The way the river bends
The woman's bending over me

Ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da
(Texas, Texas, Texas, Texas)